Harry felt his eyebrows rise up in surprise as Hermione messed up her first attempt at the spell. Hermione, stumbling over her words? Especially those of a spell? He looked over to see Ron and Anemone mirroring his own expression of astonishment.

Harry stepped forward and managed to only cause his wand to emit a cloud of blue smoke. Ron, upon his turn, managed well enough, only to be shown up by Anemone as she came up and demonstrated "perfect enunciation, excellent flowing hand movement! Well done, Miss Wakanda!" as spoken by Professor Flitwick.

"Showoff," Ron muttered as Anemone went back to her seat.

"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley? Did I hear you say something?" Anemone shot back with a grin, noting the teasing tone in Ron's voice.

"I said you're a downright genius, Anemone," he spoke up louder. "You should get a medal or something. Someone should make an Anemone Wakanda medal and you'd be the first recipient."

"Oh, shut up," she laughed at him.

"But honestly, Hermione, what was up with that?" He then asked the Gryffindor girl, jerking his head up to the front of the line where a Beauxbatons girl was currently trying her hand at the assigned spell. "Are you feeling all right?"

"Yeah, Hermione," Harry added. "I think that's the first time I've seen you mess up a spell."

"Or ANYTHING, for that matter," Ron continued with just the barest hint of snideness in his voice.