NEWT class, Lesson 3

Amelia kept her eyes closed the second time, but took effort to spread her concentration more thinly this time. It was almost like trying to stop a train that only had one speed; Amelia did everything with everything she had the first time, because that is what it took to live up to her parents’ expectations, and her own. Taking a few deep breaths, Amelia let her focus and concentration flow from her mind, down through her torso and arm and finally out of her wand and into the water in the goblet that she couldn’t see, but knew was there.

This time, she chose a particular flavor she wanted, the wine she had had at her parents’ Christmas ball only a few months ago. At the time, she had been more concerned with the 29-year-old son who was someone’s plus-one that had been progressively inching closer and closer to her, and therefore hadn’t really taken in the wine. But she found that when she intentionally honed in on the sense memory of the wine, she could pick out the flavors that were restrained yet complex. She remembered blackberry, cassis, anise, sweet cocoa, black cherry, and cola. On the palate it had been dense and concentrated with great weight and structure that she could only hope to recreate in her goblet now.

The Ravenclaw girl’s eyes had been closed for more than five full minutes before she believed herself finished. Upon opening them, Amelia looked down and once again saw a deep red color where there had previously been clear. This time, though, when she lifted her glass to take a sip, she was overwhelmed by the scent of the wine that she had been imaging, now brought to life in her own goblet. And if the smell matched… the taste did too, as Amelia found when she placed her lips on the rim of the goblet and took a small volume of the wine into her mouth.

How did I manage to ignore this taste the first time? Amelia wondered, tempted to take another sip but knowing she oughtn’t. Instead, she set down the goblet and raised her hand to let the new professor know that she was finished.

Victoria walked into class late and quietly sat down hoping the teacher wouldn't notice. she took out her books and other things. she wasn't exactly sure what was going on so she just sat there quietly until she could figure it out. she picked up her pen and doodled. she didn't really like quills they where to messy for her. as she doodled hearts appeared on her paper and she sunk into a day dreamy state and she wasn't even in the class room any more. she was in her own little world.

Jake was,again, running late for class. Something about being this late seemed off to him. He had never been late to his classes before, so why was he now? He didn't get it, but he knew if was better to get there late than to not show up at all. He hurried through the halls making his was to the charms class.

Once he got there he slipped in quickly, trying not to make too much noise. He hurried to the back of the class and sat down. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed him come in. He figured no one did, so he decided to act as though he had been there the whole time.