Study Sessions – Or not?
Theme # 25: Mobilicorpus


Poor Harry. Ginny could not help feeling for him as the third task grew nearer and nearer, and his anxiety mounted. He was learning spells and jinxes and charms of all sorts, and the least she could do was help find him some more. That was how he made it sound, anyway.

So here she was in the library, pouring over some of thickest tomes she had ever come across in her entire life. One of the many spells and charms within caught her eye: Mobilicorpus. Not a bad one. She placed the book aside, on top of an ever-increasing pile of similar books, meaning to lend it to Harry.

"Helping boyfriend Potter, are we, Weasley?"

She knew that voice. Refusing to look up, she kept her eyes on the book she was now skimming through. Blaise was not one to give up so easily though, and when he sat down next to her, it became impossible for her to ignore him: the perfume he was wearing was too appealing.

"I'm trying to do some work here, Zabini," she said, through gritted teeth.

"So am I, Weasley."

She did not get up. He did not get up, either.