 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Besides coming to this floor of the castle for Transfiguration, Cornelia had been using some of the room for practicing spells. She tried out a little bit of everything, but the one spell she had been working on the most was the very first one she had been taught at Hogwarts. For a little first year, she had gotten rather good at blowing things up.
Today she was planning on getting in a few blasts before curfew. Sure, she could have done that anywhere in the castle, but no one seemed to have minded the little messes that she left behind sometimes in some of the rooms on the sixth floor. Plus there were a lot of useless things in some of those rooms. In her mind, no one was going to miss a bunch of dusty junk. Nobody had told her otherwise.
"Oh..." her quiet voice sounded, turning the corner and taking in the sight of a bunch of people in the corridor. She froze, unsure of what to do. Should she go to a different corridor in search of a new practice room? Or would they let her go into that one storeroom? She was pure-blood after all, and she was practicing what Headmaster Rosier had taught them. "Hello..."
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