Spell resistance. There couldn't of been a Defense Against the Dark Arts class topic that Joshua was less suited for. He had spent most of his life doing whatever his parents wanted him to do. His only act of rebellion had been going to Hogwarts. His parents resented the idea of having a wizard in their family. Even when he was countries away, he still kept certain parts of him deep within himself.
"I won't be you slave," The Hufflepuff said, his voice shaking. Before he knew it, his arms flew upwards and his feet were lifting lifting lifting. His entire body was pulling into a position he could not remember the name to. It was something dancers called a revival? A relive? The boy tried to shake his head, but he could not bring himself to it.
'I don't want to be controlled,' he thought, slightly lowering his foot. 'Yes you do,' he fought back at himself.
He was then brought to do jumping jacks, his arms escaping eachother and then flying back together. His feet followed this motion. 'This is what the world wants, Joshua' he told himself. 'You can't fight it.'
"I give up!" He yelled. Before he knew it, he was taken out of the spell, close to tears.
'What you have in physical strength, you lack in mental,' his thoughts taunted him.
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