Feeling kinda useless, Dylan attempted to recreate the magic of his Cup victory to coax out his patronus...but apparently the memory had lost it's usefulness. Apparently it wasn't good enough anymore...but it was now marred with the fact that the dementors had ruined every good thing that had happened to him this term.

Literally...

With that thought in mind, though...Dylan wasn't giving up. He would figure out what had changed and what was now keeping him from being able to hold the patronus in place...He would...

Maybe the memory wasn't strong enough in the right place. Maybe the fact that the patronus had appeared at all had been a fluke. That could have happen, yea?

FINE. He'd think about something...different...

Immediately, his thoughts settled on Beezus...Beautiful Beezus...and her sweet smile and happy face...Usually happy face...UGH. That wasn't going to work either...

His brother and sister, then...Dylan settled his focus on Christopher and Charlotte...They were the BEST babies on the planet. Dylan knew personally because his mother had still be very sick...and hadn't been able to leave the hospital for like a month...So, Dylan and Beezus had been there...and...Ugh...They made his soul feel at peace...

Blink. Blink.

"Expecto patronum!" The Raven appeared and was soaring high once again....leaving Dylan MORE confused than he had been before.

What was going on with this thing?!