You sit at one of the long wooden tables in the library, your wand in hand, focused on perfecting the delicate art of charm work. Books are scattered around you, open to pages of ancient spells and diagrams. Your brow furrows slightly as you try to get the motion just right, your hand wavering in the air, but the result still falls short. A soft sigh escapes you as you try again, the spell fizzling before it can even take shape.

From across the room, Flitwick, who had been silently perusing the shelves, notices your struggle. With a small, knowing smile, he steps quietly toward you, his presence calm and reassuring. As he approaches, you can feel the weight of his experience, and you pause, turning toward him with a mix of both relief and nervousness.

"Ah, almost there!" he says softly, his voice laced with warmth. "Let me show you." He raises his own wand with the same gentle precision you’re striving for. With a swish and a flick, the charm takes form perfectly, the light sparkling in the air like a star.

"Just like this," he continues, stepping a bit closer and guiding your hand with his own. "There you go, much better!" The charm now glows brightly, a clear success.

You feel a sense of accomplishment as the spell holds steady, and Flitwick’s smile widens in approval. "Remember," he says, "it’s not just about the motion—it’s about your intent. Trust yourself." His words settle in your mind, grounding you as you prepare for your next try. With his gentle guidance, you feel more confident, ready to continue your practice with renewed focus.