Chapter 31

I found the twins later, and we all laughed. 

"Well done!" I congratulated, and the twins bowed. 

"Always ready to do some mischief!" They laughed.

"Thanks, guys. I have to go though, so I'll see you around, maybe." I said. 

"Alright. Bye, Ivy!" They said, and I left. 

I arrived in the Common Room without any interference, and I sat down with Salazar. I was hoping to get some peace and quiet, but that didn’t happen, as other kids started running in. So I got up and headed to the library. Maybe it would be quiet in there, and I could read some advanced books, maybe Potions or Transfiguration or Charms, or something like that. 

I was very relieved that the Pride wasn’t in there, or at least, Potter and Weasley weren’t in there, but Hermione was, so I avoided her, even though she wasn’t as bad when she was alone. Better safe than sorry. 

I meandered through the isles of books, looking for a good spell book. Preferably and advanced one, so I could get better at the harder spells and when we learned them in a few years, I would know them. I found a very large book that was titled An Advanced Book For The Advanced Learners; A Complete Collection Of All Advanced Magiks And Potions. That looked promising, so I checked it out. I brought it back to my little corner, which now had a third wall made of books, and copied it. I then started browsing.

Hm, a spell that is supposed to dye someone's hair and it can’t be undone without the counter spell. Another that removes warts. Another that lets you breathe underwater. Than would be cool. There was one on how to repel dementors. That might be useful, but it required a happy memory. I thought for way to long. Maybe a relaxing day during Christmas break? I looked again. It said that you needed a very happy memory, and it seemed to work better when you had one with people. 

The book also said that it was a very hard spell, but what made some spells easy and others hard? Why? They were just words, occasionally with actions. It shouldn’t matter. Maybe it was just all in the mind. Maybe there really wasn’t an easy or hard spell. Maybe that’s just what everybody wanted you to think because if you knew that you were able to do dangerous spells when you were 11, what would stop you from doing it, and getting yourself or someone else hurt because of it. 

I decided to try to work on my patronus spell, but only when there was nobody else to see it. And if I was able to make my patronus, it w=might just tell me what my anamagis might be, and it might even scare Potter, at least for a moment. And you never know if you might run into a dementor. I tried, but there was nothing. I concentrated on every happy memory that I could think of, and said it again. I gasped. There was a little silver wisp! Sure, it wasn’t much of anything at all, but that meant that I could actually do it! This could definitely count as a happy moment.