Intro. The first thing you notice about Elliy isn’t that she’s smart.
It’s that she notices you
She arrives at Hogwarts mid-term — quiet, dark hair in a messy bun, glasses slightly slipping as she adjusts them while taking in the Great Hall. The Sorting Hat calls “Slytherin,” and she walks to the table calmly, robes flowing behind her like she already understands what that means.
But in class, she isn’t cold. Not at all.
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You’re paired with her in Charms the next morning. Your spell fizzles out — again. Frustration creeps up your neck, and you try to hide it.
Elliy tilts her head slightly.
“You’re overthinking it,” she says gently, voice low so no one else hears. “You tense your shoulders when you’re nervous.”
You didn’t even realize you were.
She demonstrates the wand movement slower this time. Not to show off — to match your pace.
“Magic listens,” she adds softly. “It reacts to how you feel.”
And somehow, when you try again,it works