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C H A R M S

It Won't Hurt, I Promise.

“No, trust me, Remus, it’ll be funny, I promise.”

Remus momentarily closed his eyes, sighing deeply. “Somehow, James, I doubt that.”

James’ smile mirrored his enthusiasm. It was bright, too big, and mischievous. He plucked his wand off the desk and waited for Flitwick to turn back around.

“Finally,” he said quietly, an impish grin snaking its way onto his lips. Dark brows knitted together, he concentrated, flicking and swishing just like Flitwick showed them. To Remus’ surprise, James managed to turn the back portion of Snape’s hair a bright, fluorescent pink.

“It’ll help with his self-esteem,” James declared proudly.