Phoenix (Male Reader x Hogwarts)

After we finished Herbology lessons, we were all covered in earth and sweaty. I got a chance to test a cleaning charm I saw in a book somewhere, 'Scourgify'. It worked, but only on the clothes, so I had to go for a wash anyways.

The next class was Transfiguration. McGonagall told us to tranfigure a beetle into a button. Harry was trying to get the spell to even land on the beetle. Ron probably would manage to do that if his wand wasn't broken from the landing with the flying car. His spells were flying everywhere except where he wanted them to. Luckily they didn't hit anyone.

It took me almost entire lesson, but I finally managed to do it, earning praise from McGonagall and ten points for Gryffindor. Hermione did it a little after me, her button was of similar quality to mine. She didn't look pleased with the fact she wasn't the best, but tried to hide it, poorly, but still.

Ron: Stupid useless thing!

Ron was hitting his wand against the table at the lunch.

Harry: 抖阴社区 home for a new one.

Ron: Oh, yeah. And get another howler back. No, thanks.

Hermione: It's your fault it got snapped.

He shot her angry look, but didn't say anything.

Harry: What have we got this afternoon?

Hermione: Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Ron looked at her schedule with disgust.

Ron: Why have you outlined all Lockhart's lessons in little hearts?

Then he passed me the schedule and there were indeed little hearts around the DADA classes.

Me: Ew.

Hermione snatched the schedule from me, blushing.

After we ate the lunch we went into the courtyard. Hermione sat on the steps and opened her book, 'Voyages with Vampires'. The same book she's been reading almost every time I see her.

Me, Harry and Ron talked for a few minutes before Harry noticed he was being watched by a small boy, who I saw at the start of the year being sorted. The boy was holding a muggle camera.

Colin: All right, Harry? I'm Colin Creevey. I'm in Gryffindor too. D'you think... would it be alright if... c-can I have a picture?

Harry: A picture?

Colin: So I can prove I've met you.

I snorted.

Colin: I know all about you. About how you survived when you-know-who tried to kill you and everything. You still have that scar on your forehead. A-And a boy in my dormitory said if I develop the film in a right potion, the picture will move.

He said it all quite fast, so he had to take a quick breath before he continued talking.

Colin: It's amazing here, isn't it? I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts. My dad's a milkman, he couldn't believe it either. So I'm taking loads of pictures to send home to him, and it would be really cool if I had one of you. Maybe one of your friends could take it and then I could stand next to you? And then could you sign it?

Draco: Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter? Everyone line up! Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!

Me: It was funny until you opened your mouth...