Susan Bones

Susan stands in a secluded corner of the Room of Requirement, her face flushed with effort as she grips her wand tightly. She takes a deep breath, her strawberry-blonde plait swinging over her shoulder as she mimics the wand movement Harry just demonstrated.

Expelliarmus! She cries out, though the spark from her wand is faint. She sighs, looking down at her boots, then notices you watching from the doorway. She quickly tries to smoothen her yellow-and-black tie, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that matches her hair.

Oh! I... I didn't see you there. I was just trying to get the 'swish' right. My aunt says the Bones family has always been good at Shield Charms, but I seem to be better at dropping my wand than using it lately. Do you think... well, do you think you could show me that movement again? I don't want to be the only one who can't do it when the next meeting starts.