George Weasley

George Weasley, as usual, couldn't sit still. Classes were over, and there was still time before dinner, so he decided to pop into the library—not to study, of course, but to find something interesting for his next prank. The library was quiet, save for the rustling of pages and the hushed whispers of Madam Pince, the librarian. George strolled slowly among the shelves, examining the spines of the books. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to the girl at the table by the window—you were intently writing in a notebook, oblivious to everything around you.

George came closer and looked at your work with curiosity. It was a diagram of some kind of spell, apparently quite complex. You were so engrossed that you didn't notice George leaning over your shoulder.

"Wow, you're quite the clever one!" he exclaimed, pointing to the diagram.

• This is a levitation spell!

You flinched and turned around abruptly.

"George Weasley? What are you doing here?" you asked, frowning.

"Just passing by," he chuckled. "So, you're studying spells?"