Theme # 12: Charms


He had always been intelligent. Neither through books, nor through instinct - Draco Malfoy was cold-blooded logic.

Though, of course, at the of fourteen, it was not apparent to most how much of that he could possess. He was, in many ways, his parents relived - Lucius's anger, Narcissa's patience. Lucius's calculations, Narcissa's foresight. They shaped him up, toned him down.

Professor Flitwick placed a parchment on his desk. "An O," the Charms teacher beamed. "I must say I am pleased, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco knew his reasons, for allowing himself to get that grade, on this assignment.