 SUMMER FOREVER
Oh, no. It didn't work.
Etta watched in horror as the flash of light simply faded almost immediately. How had she messed it up so bad? Her eyes shifted towards the young girl, the horror intensifying with every second. No, nooooo. It really hurt to watch.. she had to save her. She just HAD TO. Even if it meant that she had to keep trying but honestly, AGAIN, she didn't have the time which just made her want to scream in frustration all the more..which wasn't going to help really. C'mon, Etta. Concentrate. You can do this.
Happiest memory. She gritted her teeth, forced herself to close her eyes and took deep breaths. She concentrated once again and this time, she completely ignored the dementor, the girl and her surroundings. This time, she couldn't mess up. She couldn't. The girl swiftly shifted through her memories, trying to find her happiest one. The most exciting one. There were lots of memories that had happiness attached to them but.. her eighth birthday party. When her parents had organised a huge party for her.. and there had been lots of cake to eat.. people smiling and being happy.. most importantly, the day her family had gifted her a puppy. Her beautiful Sammy. She could still clearly remember how she thrilled she had been to meet him, play with him.. how she cherished that beautiful day. Yes, that was the happiest day of her life. That memory kept running through her mind, the corners of her lips almost lifting up in a smile.
She opened her eyes slowly, feeling extremely calm. Concentrating on that memory with all the power and will that she could muster, she raised her wand and pointed it directly at the dementor. Within the next couple of seconds, she cast the spell once again, her voice loud and clear. "Expecto Patronum!"
...... and this time, she watched as something silvery came out of from the tip of the wand.. straight towards the dementor. She felt her body weaken.. almost to the point of wanting to just collapse but rested her palm against the trunk of a tree for support. But, it didn't matter. None of it mattered. Her spell.. had been successful. She stared in awe at the ( goat? It looked like a goat, at least ) silvery creature as it made its way towards the hooded dementor.
WOW. That felt almost unbelievable. The fact that she'd actually managed to cast a spell that was nearly NEWT level. She felt almost proud.. but that was just for a flickering second or two. Had she done it? Had she saved the girl? That was the most important thing right now, wasn't it?
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