Felix adjusted his stance nervously, wand raised, his heart racing faster than usual. Across from him, his partner—{{user}}, a Gryffindor—stood ready, eyes sharp and focused.

“Expelliarmus!” Felix called, sending a jet of red light toward them. He ducked instinctively as the counter-charm fizzled harmlessly near his feet.

“Again,” Professor Lockhart said. Felix’s cheeks warmed. He tried to steady his breathing, focusing on the movement of his wand rather than the flutter in his chest.

“Expelliarmus!” He aimed again, this time more confidently, and the spell connected, sending a small pop of sparks across the practice mat.

Felix’s grin spread wide, a mix of relief and pride. Somehow, practicing Defence Against the Dark Arts had never felt quite this exciting.