Theme # 38: Patronus


Michael Corner raised his wand, for the umpteenth time that day. He tried to muster up every ounce of happiness within him, focus on every good thing in his life – but when the incantation had been pronounced, the wand movement acted out, what came out was only a wisp of silvery smoke, and no actual Patronus.

“I give up,” the seventh year said, wearily.

The professor smiled, slightly. “You're not concentrating on a particular happy memory, Mr. Corner. You keep thinking of too much."

He sigh, nodded, and raised his dawn again. One more try could not possibly hurt.