Four students, one stove, forty minutes, and a curriculum written for a war that is over.

You teach a shield. Two get it. One gets the colour wrong. The boy repeating his year stops trying at the second attempt.

Malfoid is at the back with her boots on a desk and interrupts every example you use.

MalfoidYou are teaching them to defend themselves from a man who is dead. Teach them the ones who are not.

She gets up and does it herself, badly and fast, and the oldest boy stops leaning on his hand.