the_debt_of_time

"No offence," Otto Bagman from Hufflepuff spoke up. "I know you two are some
of the smartest in our year, but... what makes you qualified to teach the rest of us?" he
asked, and the few Ravenclaws in the room nodded their heads in agreement.
"Disarm us," Mia challenged. "Any of you."
She stared sternly at her brother and Sirius, who had been previously instructed to
keep their wands holstered—the Gryffindors had already agreed that Mia and Remus were
the most qualified students who also had the ability to lead with responsibility. Sirius and
James, while talented duellists, were too easily distracted.
"Go ahead," Remus repeated the challenge. "I'll even accept a few hexes or jinxes,
that is, if you can land any."
"Expelliarmus!" someone from the back shouted.
"Protego!" Remus called back, wand still tight in hand.
"Expelliarmus! Glacius!" a Ravenclaw yelled, aiming her wand at Remus.
"Protego! Levicorpus!" Mia called and watched as the challenging witch lost her wand
and then flew up into the air by her ankle, hovering her at an angle to prevent her from
revealing her knickers to anyone below. Mia wanted to make a point, not be unnecessarily
cruel.
James had a grin splitting across his face, and Sirius's eyes lit up.
Mia winced, realising that she had used a jinx created by Severus Snape—one that
she knew, for a fact, James and Sirius would later use against him.
"Liberacorpus," she said and lowered the Ravenclaw to the ground. "Are we done?
Or would any of you like to see what a Stunning Spell feels like?"