Neville scrunched down farther in his seat. The jokes and laughs from his classmates were bad enough, but now Flitwick was staring at him. Neville tried to grimace, but it just wasn’t working. Even when he thought about frowning, it turned into a brilliant smile.
“Today seems a good time to go over the more - interesting charms.” Flitwick smiled. “Such as the complicated Charmont spell. If not spoken with the proper inflection, the caster takes on some charming traits. Such as Mr. Longbottom has.”
Neville could live with the forced smile, but the floating crown was just too much.