The Hunt
Harry crept towards the scent of rats silently and invisibly. When he was no more than a metre away from them, he envisioned them encased in bubbles, concentrating on the image so hard that it happened. Then, he reached out for the life forces of the rats and pulled until they eventually snapped.
Harry went back inside the house, the bubbles floating in front of him. When he reached Sel and Sansa, Harry sat down, the bubbles descending with him. They all grabbed a bubble and opened it before starting to devour their meal.
"Well done, Harry," Sel praised. "You did well. And on your first hunt too!"
He shrugged slightly. "It wasn't hard. I just had to be certain in my intent and I have to be able to provide for myself when you're gone."
"Well, thank you," Sansa said. "It was a good meal. Now, it's time for my type of spell-making."
They both groaned as Sansa laughed. Spell-making was hard but it was even harder in Parseltongue.