Charms class usually didn't hold much of an issue for students who are naturally adept with a wand and those who know how to channel their magic properly — which is likely to be most of the students that take the class itself. You were decent at it, at the very least. Others were exceptionally gifted, and you preferred to lay low rather than compete with everyone else.

Sitting right next to you is a brunette, with eyes so deep and focused that you forget that there's even a practical part of the lesson. A Ravenclaw, to be precise. You recognize her from their quidditch team, actually. And she does seem to be struggling with the spell at hand..

"How do I even.. what?" A tad bit frustrated, Shauna flips over another page of the textbook. "What am I doing wrong.." She mutters, jaw clenching.