hh_clubs | CHARMS CLUB | June Activity 2 | What Charm is this

Activity: What Charm is this - Part 2
Points: 1 point per correct answer for a total of 10 points
Deadline: Friday June 28th @ 1pm UTC {Timezone Converter}.
Details: Guess which charms/spells are being used

1. Pansy was asleep. She always put a beauty mask on before bed, and last night was no different. She liked to be in total darkness so her dreams could be the only focus. Especially if they were sexual dreams; she wanted to remember those. If they were more fanciful, she typically forgot them within moments of waking because she just wasn't that type. Give her the tangible world, real things, over dreams any day.

Tonight was a sexy dream night, and unbeknowst to her, she stretched in her bed, twisting in her sheets. Whatever she was dreaming about must be really good to illicit that sort of response. It was suddenly too bright in her room, bright enough to penetrate her sleeping mask, and she woke up, tangled and irritated. "Harry?"

"I thought you were hurt..."

"...Harry. Really, now. This isn't the first time you've slept over. Stop using so much power in those spells or I'll have to kick you out of my bed. I'm not that fond of you, after all."

"I... sorry."

He was sheepish enough that Pansy was appeased, though that didn't help her current state. Maybe he'd be kind enough to help her out a bit... Least he could do since he ruined her dream.
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2. "Guys, this isn't funny!" Ron shouted at his brothers who were on the floor howling with laughter.

"Sure it is ickle Ronniekins," Fred said as Ron began to dance his way to the opposite side of the room, his feet kicking high into the air.

"Utterly hilarious really. Just wish we had thought to use this charm on you sooner." George wiped a tear from his eye. "Or we could have used it on you during the Yule Ball to get you off your arse."

Ron glared at his brothers as his legs continued to dance themselves into a frenzy, much to his displeasure.
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3. The first spell I ever learned was particularly important today. Being particularly absentminded, I somehow managed to misplace my wand. Desperately searching for it, I had no idea where it was; if I were a Muggle, I would have been completely screwed! Fortunately for me, I wasn't a Muggle and therefore remembered that spell... I knew it so well I could cast it wandlessly. Upon casting, my wand returned back into my awaiting hands and I was able to continue going about my daily life. Magic makes things so much easier, after all - especially one's knowledge of certain important charms!
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4.Sitting out by the lake in the bright spring sunshine hadn't been a great idea, he discovered in retrospect. Yet again, Ron Weasley found himself in trouble with one Hermione Granger. He'd said something that was apparently stupid, though he couldn't put his finger on just what he'd said. But the next thing he knew, the wind was whoosing, he heard the sounds of birds chirping and branches from the forest smashing together, and her wand was aimed at him as she glared mercilessly in his direction. "Uh oh," he muttered.
Ron scrambled backwards on the grass but to no avail. He closed his eyes and tried to protect his face as it felt like millions of little pinpricks all over his body. Curse words and apologies spilled from his lips until finally the poking and prodding of whatever was happening had stopped. Hermione lowered her wand and Ron looked at her in shock. The birds were still chirping, though the branches were still enough now for them to perch upon. "Merlin, Hermione," Ron muttered, looking at his red, speckled arms from the pricking. "You have got to control your temper."
Before he could say another word about her temper, he was mumbling apologies as her wand raised yet again.
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5."We shouldn't be doing this," Hermione reminded Harry. "It's restricted, we could get into loads of trouble--"

"Do you want us to get there or not?" Harry asked her. "We haven't got time and you know Ron's splinched--"

"I know Ron's splinched!" Hermione snapped. "I fixed him up myself, I know what happened. And I know. I know what we need to do, alright, it's just-- Harry, I've never done this spell before."

"You're the brightest witch of your age, Hermione! If you can't do it, well, who can, right?" Harry glanced at the rusty key between them. "Besides, what's the worst that can happen if you screw it up?"

He'd been attempting a joke; he had. But Hermione's face twisted into something like horror.

"It won't," he said hastily, before she could enumerate the various different ways it could go wrong. "Just. We haven't got much of a choice, do we? Let's just see, alright?"

Hermione sighed, but nodded. She took out her wand, tapped the key, and muttered the spell. The key glowed blue, like it was lit from within, rattling for a moment before it settled back down.

"Did it work?" Hermione whispered.

"Only one way to find out."
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6. A giant furry form erupted from the undergrowth at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. From my newly acquired position on my back, the paws of the werewolf planted firmly on my chest, I could just make out the full moon hovering above his shoulder, floating in serene mockery. Fortunately, at the first hint of trouble, my hand had instinctively gripped my wand. I jabbed the creature under his mangy jaw.

"I am a master duelist of some renown," I said, trying not to tremble. "Go now while I still allow you breath, werewolf."

He grinned at me, toothy and amused. Time for desperate measures. I cast my mind furiously to a DaDA class last autumn where the Professor had demonstrated a clever charm for just this situation. He had not perforce envisioned using said charm under such obvious duress, but I believed firmly in not looking a gift horse, or hungry werewolf, in the mouth.

Crunching my eyes shut, I felt warmth build up in my wrist then tinkle down my fingers. Bang! I let the charm loose. The pressure on my chest did not subside; if anything the wolf was now draped over me. Cracking open one eye--if this was imminent death I'd rather not observe its full-fanged glory all the way down to my permanent residence in its stomach--like the coward I was, I saw that the dark shape was now smaller. If I'd only managed to shrink him, that was still more success than my recent performances in the classroom.

But no, he was no longer an animal. Assuredly naked, the man blinked blearily at me and cocked his head like a bemused dog. "Argh?" he barked in a human voice.

Before I could answer this implicit question he opened his mouth wide and chomped on my neck. Right, still a werewolf then.
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7. The home was large and stately, looming over him in the darkness. It was obvious that a wealthy family lived here in this grand manor, lording their legacy over their neighbors. It wasn't fair, really, that some could be so snug and cozy in their wealth, whilst others were starving in the streets. He couldn't bear to see it. He couldn't bear to live in poverty while others like this family looked down their noses at him, with their little smug smirks and cruel whispers. The home was large and stately, looming over him, but it did not intimidate him in the slightest. He would have his day; he would have his revenge. He would show them that there was no safety in wealth, that it could all be taken from them in the same way every nice thing he had ever had had been taken.

He pointed his wand at the door and entered the home, closing their grand entrance behind him and slinging a small black bag over his shoulder. He would show them.
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8.“Just ignore him,” Hermione muttered as she, Ron, and Harry passed Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. Draco’s eyes gleamed as he watched them past, his mind obviously spinning as he tried to decide which insult to sling their way.

“Saw you on the Quidditch pitch,” he shouted. “Maybe if the quaffle were made of mirrors you’d have a chance. It’s just break when it caught sight of Weasley’s ugly mug!” Crabbe and Goyle laughed obligingly at his comment. “Then again, can’t say I’m surprised. I guess every Weasley’s been uglier than the last.”

Ron stopped in his track and balled his hands into fists, obviously imagining how good it would feel to punch Draco in the face. But Hermione put a hand to his shoulder, hissing, “Don’t!”

“That’s it, Weasley! Let your filthy mudblood girlfriend call the shots. If I had to look at her I--” But Draco did not finish the sentence as a loud ripping noise echoed through the air. The sneering grin slipped from his face, morphing into one of horror, and his hands snapped to behind him, now covering the gaping hole that had appeared in the seat of his pants.

Ron could not help chuckling as Draco ran off, trying hard to shield his underpants from the rest of the students in the hall. “What do you think brought that on?” he asked Harry and Hermione.

“Not a clue,” Hermione said, hiding her grin as she slipped her wand back into her pocket.
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9. At first, it was nothing. A little buzzing at most, resembling a small minor headache. His eyesight got a little blurry and his heartrate sped up slightly, but he didn't think about it -- he should've. The second time, the buzzing was more constant, louder. He felt like he had a migraine. His eyesight had been blurry for longer and he felt dizzy. But the scariest thing of all for him was the little tick in his head, suggestions coursing through him over and over again. The third time -- the final time, was the worst. He woke up and felt like his head was splitting. All he could hear was the buzzing in his head. He could barely get up and walk, for he kept falling and tilting over. His head was killing him and the tick in the head -- the tick in his head was shouting at him, no time for new suggestions; just shouting at him until he finally gave up.
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10. I must have thought of the charm while my wand had been in my hand as I did so because all of my furniture started to rise and float as if an invisible person or persons had picked them up. And apparently my wand wasn't listening to me because I did try and do the counter-charm but nothing happened. The furniture continued to hover over my head suspended in mid-air.

My wand let out colourful sparks as if it was chuckling at me. It was then I came to the realization that it wasn't my magic that had done this!

I grabbed my handbag (which luckily wasn't one of the floating objects in my home) and rushed out to Ollivander's because I had the sneaky suspicion that my wand might be possessed!
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