#33 Point Me

Why had he gone wandering around the castle at night? It was dark, and now Neville was completely lost. He though he was outside, but he couldn’t tell, the corridors were so draughty in the winter anyway.

Think, he told himself, think. A flicker of memory came to light in the back of his mind. What was it that Harry had been learning for the Twiwizard Tournament? A compass spell, designed to tell the wand holder the direction that he was going. That could help.

He held his wand in the centre of his palm, and whispered, “Point me.” The wand flickered, and spun pointing to his left. So that was north…

“Well that doesn’t help!” He exclaimed aloud. He had no idea whether he was indoors or out, let alone what was possibly north! That could take him into the forest for all he knew. He shuddered, remembering first year. “Better not go that way,” he said, backing away.

He tripped several times, and kept on uttering “point me” even though he knew it was no good. It made him feel helpful, that something was trying to help him, even if he didn’t have sufficient knowledge to let it.