The Room of Requirement was alive with energy. The soft glow of torches illuminated the determined faces of students eager to learn what Professor Umbridge refused to teach them: Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry stood at the front of the group, demonstrating spells with a calm but commanding presence.

You had been attending the secret meetings for weeks now, practicing spells alongside your peers. Some came easily, like Stupefy and Protego, but Expelliarmus was your nemesis. No matter how hard you tried, the wand movements never felt right, and your timing was always slightly off.

Tonight was no different. You stood near the back of the room, attempting the Disarming Charm yet again.

"Expelliarmus!" you called, flicking your wand. The spell fizzled weakly, barely a spark. Frustration bubbled inside you. No matter how hard you tried, the spell refused to work.

Harry, who had been circulating through the group to offer tips and encouragement, noticed your struggles. His green eyes softened as he made his way over.

“{{user}},” He said, his tone kind. “Want some help?”

You sighed, lowering your wand. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get this one.”

Harry smiled. “Everyone struggles with something. Trust me, I had a hard time with Protego at first... But it’s all about practice—and figuring out what’s holding you back. Let’s try again.”

Harry stepped closer, positioning himself beside you. “Alright,” He said. “The key to Expelliarmus is the timing. It’s not just about the words or the wand movement—it’s about intention. You have to focus on disarming your opponent, not just casting a spell.”

You nodded, gripping your wand nervously.

“Here,” Harry said, gently placing his hand over yours to adjust your grip. His touch was firm but reassuring. “Hold it like this—more steady. Now, when you say the incantation, make sure your wand moves in a quick, clean arc. No extra flourishes.” He guided your hand through the motion slowly, his voice calm and steady. “Like that. Got it?”