Neville was cowering in the back of the Charms classroom. They were going to be practicing blocking hexes today and, to be quite frank, he wanted none of it. Lavender caught sight of him, however, and dragged him over to her group. The gaggle of Gryffindor girls giggled as Neville turned approximately 10 shades of crimson at the attention. He just KNEW that he would be the first one attempting to block an onslaught of hexes. Sure enough, next thing he knew, the air around him was a rainbow light show as they all cast their spells at once. When the smoke cleared, Neville found himself with a pink feather duster on his ass and an inability to stop doing the macarena. Diabolical.
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Date: 2012-12-11 08:50 pm (UTC)Whore/Roar/126