Wingardium, Oh Forget It.

[Samuel Sykes]

A sixth or seventh year student sat on the edge of the bank of the lake, his face and hands smudged with charcoal dust. In his large, gentle hands sat a small notebook with minuscule pictures dotted over the page, only one of them half finished. If anyone looked closer, they could see a perfect and accurate representation of the view from where he was sitting, even if it was just the size of a palm. There was something odd about the picture. It looked more like a sketch from the inside of a textbook rather than true art, emotionally expressionless. It polarised the difference between it and the boy drawing it, who was every inch as kind and as open as his face was. On closer inspection, one could surmise that the tall character was not an older student at all, but just in the middle stages of puberty: a fourth year. Why then, was he so large? Sam didn't know, but it wasn't helped by the fact that he swam regularly enough to make himself brawnier (though it was only for the love of swimming). In fact, swimming was something he rather felt like doing at the moment. He often sketched the scenery before taking his usual early morning dive, where he did an entire lap of the lake. Shucking off his school trousers, Sam walked easily into the water till he was at waist height, then took off in his swimming trunks.

He'd made it three quarters of the way around before shouts and laughter echoed through the rush of the water. He slowed briefly and looked up just in time to see a faraway group of younger boys running from the spot where he'd left his sketchpad. It wasn't there. Rising out of the water like a sea monster, Sam stepped onto the bank and made his way over to the spot. There was nothing left of his sketchpad but for a few crumpled pieces of paper with the remnants of a lake scene on it. All the general goodwill left his face then, leaving behind only a blank sadness. It took him several minutes to find the actual book itself, which was levitating some six meters off the ground in the boughs of a beech tree.
"Wing...Wingardium obstructus... no, obsti..." muttered Sam, trying to remember the counter-curse and waving his wand fruitlessly. What a day, already.

 

[Georgiana Night-Carter]

Georgiana walked along the lake glad to be outside instead of studying. She knew the facts and spells for tests she was going to be taking but the pressure in the room would be the hardest part for her. Looking around she noticed a couple of boys around her age running past her towards a tree. They laughed and seemed to be having a good time so she didn't interupt them instead she sat down and looked out across the lake suprised to see someone swimming. As he swam back the boys ran from the place and she watched silently as the boy came out of the water and looked around for something only to seem to find it in the tree the boys had been at before. The tall waved his wand around abit clearly confused as how to get whatever was up there down.

Getting up Georgiana walked over to the tree pulling out her wand. Standing a few feet behind him she looked up and noticed a book levitating in the branches. "Finite," she said with the flick of her wand. She learned the spell not to long ago in her first year class and she was glad she remembered the spell that stopped others. The book slowly began to lower itself from the branches as the Wingardium Leviosa spell wore off.