Locked Doors and Hexes
Theme # 5: Colloportus


Seated around the fire in the Slytherin common room, Draco's face looked drawn and haggard. He stared aimlessly into the fireplace, watching the flames flicker. Pansy patted his back, trying to comfort him.

"It will be okay, Draco. We just need to prepare you for the battle - if there is one."

"Yeah, and you're going to prepare him so well," Blaise slipped in sarcastically, snorting.

Draco spoke before Pansy - who looked highly offended - could cause a shouting match. "Look, Blaise, I just wanted some good spells thrown at me. Suggest something, and I'll learn it. Where are all your dark arts leanings and goodness at charms and stuff when I need it all, eh?"

Pansy did not let Blaise speak. "Ooooh, I know a spell, Draco. It seals doors, it's a pretty nifty one, I just can't remember it."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Colloportus, you mean, Parkinson."

Pansy looked highly disgruntled. "I knew that."

"Whatever." Blaise leaned back in his chair, thoughtful. A sudden smile flitted across his face.

"What's with you?" Draco asked, clearly irritated.

Blaise smiled. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking of bat-bogey hexes. Try one - they're not bad, you know."