"Well done Mr Potter, your mother was quite frankly a prodigy at Charms so it is wonderful to see that you have inherited not just her eyes. However in future it would be preferable if you kept your excitement to a lower volume." The Charms Professor was in front of the boys, having just finished marking Harry's work. His eyes seemed to be filled with energy as Harry muttered a half hearted apology. The walk to the history classroom was filled with more annoying conversation, Hermione was overwhelming Harry with questions about asking how he had done the spell and Harry was being unhelpful in his description which was annoying her. Ron didn't blame him, it was hard to describe how casting magic felt and from the poor description Harry had given Ron figured it was a different feeling for everyone. He had just turned into the corridor where there the classroom was located when he felt a small arm wrap around his and pull him back, he spun around, fumbling around in his pocket trying to locate his wand but as his eyes fixed on the person who had grabbed him, he found himself for the second time today looking into the icy blue eyes of the Heiress Greengrass.