Her Patronus Is One Of The Laziest Animals, Alive OR Dead
1994
“Then I suppose it is obvious you are capable of the charm. Step up, demonstrate to the class,” Moody grunted out the demand. Jessie thought that was odd. Shouldn’t he be the one to demonstrate it, since he’s the professor?
Whatever.
Jessie frowned and reluctantly stood up. One of the things she hated was being put on some sort of stage and forced to show her stuff, but, given her and Moody's last very intense discussion, she wasn't going to argue (for once). She raised her wand and chanted, “Expecto Patronum.” From the tip of her wand, a white light sprouted forth as wispy tendrils. They took form, displaying a swimming nurse shark which surrounded her affectionately, as if it was playing with her.
“A corporal Patronus. Very good,” Moody complimented her brusquely. He then took his own wand out and tapped a little container. A tiny cloaked figure sprang out of it, and a jet of white light from Moody's wand caused it to expand in a snap.
He brought a Dementor to class?! How?!
Jessie’s shark spirit immediately attacked it as the dementor surged forth, and the evil, soul-sucking creature was chased up all the way to the rafters of the large classroom, where all of the chandelier candles blew out at once in an arctic breeze. Again, Moody waved his wand, and the Dementor shrunk to the size of a Barbie doll. It was forced back into the container, lassoed by Moody's invisible magic. When the flimsy, plastic lid was placed back on, Jessie now recognized the "container" for such an awful thing was...a Folger’s coffee tin.
Seriously…?
The shark Patronus dissolved mid-air and Jessie slumped down in her seat, simultaneously filled with a cynical amazement and suffering from the come-down of fearful adrenaline.
“This week, you will all practice the Patronus charm, and, later on, you will have your chance at defending yerself against the Dementor,” Moody explained gruffly.
With each step, his peg-leg left a splintered indent in the wood floor, as he carried his Folger's coffee Dementor to God-Knows-Where in his void-charmed bag. Jessie knew there had to be bodies in there.
Moody barked at the class, “Now, get yer lazy arses out of your seats and start making some spirit animals!”
A collective groan sounded around the room as desks were magically pushed against the walls, making more room for the class to practice.