As the Hufflepuff students were leaving the Charms classroom, the sounds of an ethereal tune accompanied them down the hallway. The melodic voice rose above the chatter and echoed off the stone walls, captivating the ears of those nearby.

Leading the song was a fifth-year student named Wervela Dearborn. With her dark brown hair pinned up in a graceful style, she exuded poise and grace amidst the bustle of the Hogwarts crowd. Her green eyes sparkled as she continued to sing, lost in the enchantment of the moment.

“Can you hear that mesmerizing voice?” whispered a bespectacled Hufflepuff to his friend, a girl with curly red hair and heavily freckled skin.

The friend nodded, her eyes fixed on Wervela. "It's Wervela Dearborn. I swear, her voice is like magic itself."

Meanwhile, a group of passing Slytherins cast sneering glances at the singing Hufflepuff, but Wervela remained unfazed, absorbed in her song.