 Sardines ♥ // Nomsy, yo
Cautiously, Jake stepped into the DADA classroom. A quick glance around the room told him that he was alone. That was probably a good thing... minus the fact that he wouldn’t be able to watch anyone face the boggart before him. On the bright side, though, nobody would see him face it. And because Jake didn’t need any more teasing - because he was 90% sure what his boggart would be - he was glad that was the case. Plus, he was glad to get in and get it over with. He had no problem facing his fears but he’d rather do it on his own terms and not as a homework assignment. Still, he felt he was as ready as he could be at the moment.
Gripping his wand tightly, the Gryffindor slowly made his way to the center of the room. His eyes found the trunk and locked on it. There was no doubt about where the boggart was going to come from. There was definitely something in that trunk that wanted out. “Riddikulus,” Jake muttered under his breath. “Riddikulus.” Okay. No biggie. It was just a... thing. He could laugh at it.
It was a good thing he had decided that... because the thing had clearly caught its victim’s presence. Jake could now hear the distinct sound of hundreds of tiny wings fluttering in the trunk. How in the name of Merlin’s uncle was he supposed to make that funny?!
He didn’t have time to think about that, because just then the lid of the trunk popped open and out flew a huge swarm of butterflies. To anyone else it might be a somewhat beautiful sight... all the colors and patterns. But Jake couldn’t concentrate on that if he wanted to. The swarm was flying right at him, sounding worse than a hive of wasps, and he was sort of panicking. “Riddikulus!” he squeaked, covering his face with his free arm as the butterflies crowded around his head. Nothing. Of course. He was way too freaked out to think of how this could be even remotely funny.
They were pretty relentless, all the butterflies. They fluttered violently around his head and shoulders, some landing on his face. He swatted at them with his free hand, muttering ‘riddikulus’ a few times but to no avail. Jake swatted at one on his cheek, feeling the bug squish on his skin, but not a second later there was another one in its place. For one moment he imagined all of them just... popping. And he got an idea.
“Riddikulus!” His own voice shocked him - it was much steadier and louder than he thought he’d be capable of at the moment. Because of it he chanced opening his eyes... just as each individual butterfly made a nice POPping sound and exploded into confetti. There was even a few papers that read “Congratulations.” As he watched the small scraps of colored paper float to the ground around him, Jake laughed. It wasn’t a humorous laugh... it was more of a hysterical, this-close-to-screaming laugh. But it was a laugh all the same. And it was all that it took for the boggart to be finished off. The confetti swirled around Jake’s feet for a moment before going back into the trunk as if it were a vacuum.
The Prefect didn’t stick around to see what happened next. He turned on his heel and left the room in a hurry... wanting to make it back to his dormitory before he had a very non-Gryffindor come-apart.
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