Last year, he'd been at the top of his game: second years almost always performed better than their first year counterparts in intro-level classes, so he approached his course-work with (often unwarranted) confidence. This year, though, he was a third year: he had to compete with the fourth and fifth years, all who had at least a year of OWL-level coursework under their belts. Ugh. His grumpiness was apparent as twiddled with his wand as he waited for a chance to cast his spell again, but so was his unyielding determination.

When the next chance struck, Cammie raised his wand and cast: "Accio apple!"

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