Mercy entered the charms classroom, wand already in hand, excited to learn new spells. Charms was a fun class--there was less talking and more doing than in a lot of other classes. She took a seat at a desk near the front, and realized she was the first one there.
There was nothing on the board, so she didn't know what they'd be learning today. She was burning with curiosity--she couldn't wait to find out and get started. She fidgeted a little in her seat as she waited for the rest of her classmates to arrive.
Needing something to do, she examined her wand, running her fingers over the sleek, black wood. It was simple, smooth, and heavy. She vividly remembered the day she got it--it was hard to believe it had been less than a year ago, it seemed so much had happened since then. She'd met Mimosa that day, and her grandpa had bought out the whole clothing store, including her own robes! She couldn't remember if she'd ever thanked him for that.
She glanced down at her backpack, which Mimosa had gotten for her. She carried it with pride to all her classes, and kept all of her textbooks in it. She hoped Mimosa would come to Hogwarts, they didn't see each other often enough.
Looking up at the clock, she felt what little patience she had start to slip away. Class was supposed to start soon, but nobody else was here. She bounced slightly in her seat, staring at the door.
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