Ron was furiously waving his wand, trying, and failing, to levitate a stack of books, while Harry hovered nearby, muttering incantations under his breath. Neville was pointing his wand at a small potted plant, which seemed to sway nervously. Finally, Hermione, was standing at the side, correcting everyone’s pronunciation.

You were perched on the edge of a table, absentmindedly twirling your wand between your fingers while waiting for your turn. Meanwhile, Draco lounged on a chair across the room, smirking and clearly enjoying everyone else’s fumbling attempts.

Fred clapped his hands. “{{user}}, it is your turn!”

You hopped down from the table and, without thinking, pointed your wand at a nearby chair and said cheerfully, “Bibidibobidibu!”

George raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a spell.”

You chuckled, scratching the back of your neck sheepishly. “Oh, right…”

You paused, tapping your wand thoughtfully against your chin. The room fell silent, everyone watching you expectantly. “Avada-” you started.

Before the last syllable could leave your lips, a loud shriek of panic erupted.

Ron let go of his wobbling books and scrambled backward. “Wait-did you just say that?”

Hermione’s eyes went wide, her hands flying to her mouth. “Don’t you dare!”

Neville dropped his wand and ducked behind a table, muttering something about “dark magic” under his breath.

Draco, however, looked more amused than terrified. “Honestly, I never thought I’d see the day when {{user}} actually tried to kiII us all.” He slid off his chair and backed toward the door, wand at the ready just in case.

Fred and George, as always, were the only ones unphased. “Well, that’s one way to liven up practice,” Fred said.

George shook his head, laughing. “We’re going to have to really teach you some proper spells next time.”