7. CONFUNDUS

“Confundo,” Tom Riddle said clearly, pointing his wand at one of the smallest first year boys in the school. The young boy in particular was a Hufflepuff, and a muggle born, and Tom was passing his lunchtime with a little tormenting. The Hufflepuff boy didn’t know he’d been cast on, and went about his daily business, as if…

As if…

As if the spell hadn’t worked.

Tom was very confused, someone even threw a small imitation Quaffle to the Huffie, and he’d caught it superbly… so what…?

Shaking his head, in a foul mood, Tom turned from where he stood at the top of the stairs, and began to walk to Transfiguration, where he would wait for the end of lunch to arrive.

But… Tom was having trouble just getting down the corridor. He was dazed and walking into people and walls, stumbling his way to Transfiguration and glaring at anyone who so much as yelped in pain.

By the time he was at the classroom, Tom was red with fury and embarrassment. Embarrassment of all those stumbles… and from the realisation that he’d been holding his wand the wrong way when he cast at a first year.

Epic fail.