Their First and Second Years
Theme # 44: Stupefy


"Get out of my way this instant."

Ginny's voice was not its usual fierce: instead, it was scared. Draco Malfoy refused to follow her so-called order, laughing at this attempt at courage, instead.

"Nope. Let's see - Red hair and a third rate, hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley, eh?"

She was shaking inside, at the moment, and she was sure they could see it, too. This was the first year Ginny: in years to come, she would become the person whom no Slytherin, not even Malfoy or his cronies, would dare to pick on but, for now, she was not that sort. She was small and scared, and she felt it.

"G-get out of m-my way," Ginny stammered.

"Aww, the poor firstie's scared," Pansy Parkinson squealed, in a terrible imitation of Ginny: After all, even when she was scared to death, Ginny could not sound half as bad as Pansy - even if she tried. With a giggle at her own joke, Pansy raised her wand.

"Petri -"

"Stupefy."

The wand flew out of Pansy's hand as a tall, black-haired boy stepped into the corridor.

"Leave her alone," Blaise said firmly.