Qaz was having a great time...the old guy might have 9 out of ten toes in the grave, but he sure wasn't boring. So far she hadn't volunteered for anything, which was unusual, but she was beginning to think that better safe than sorry was a good motto for this class.

Standing as instructed, and it started raining acorns. The little buggers packed a punch. Enough of that.

Her wand almost moved on it's own as she commanded, 'Protego.'

With her sheild in place, she sat back down, on a handfull of acorns. Ouch. Lifting up a few inches, she swept off the acorns with her free hand and sat back down.

Sitting there holding her wand up like an umbrella, she looked around. It appeared that most everybody had succeeded and those who didn't had assistance. She'd come a long way in her wand-work since she arrive at Hogwarts the first time. Oh those first three years were disasterous, but finally, in her fourth year, it all came together...thanks to friends with loads of patience....and lots and lots of practice.

It was so dark in the classroom that she couldn't tell how everyone was doing. 'Does anybody in here still need help?'