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Date: 2006-04-24 05:59 am (UTC)I must say though, I really think this was my favorite part of it:
Even in class, with students accidentally blowing things apart with charms, Flitwick had always approached the situation with a sort of resigned amusement.
He wasn't amused now.
I'm a huge fan of learning more about minor characters and these few lines gave so much character to Flitwick, saying so much in so few words.
Though now I'm rather curious about what happened that required McGonagall to go and get Flitwick...