An intense cold swept over them all. Rachel felt her own breath catch in her chest. The cold went deeper than her skin.
#then she hears quinn’s scream and see’s a flash of silver as she recalls her worst memory - finn’s proposal #then when she’s learning to cast a patronus she can use the memory of the first time she rode a broomstick #and by broomstick i mean quinn #(also i’m kind of imagining shelby as lupin)
“What memory were you using that time?” Shelby asked.
“The - er, the time I sang Don’t Rain on My Parade to win us Sectionals?” was Rachel’s hesitant reply.
“No. Not good enough.” Shelby broke another piece of chocolate off of the huge bar on her desk and handed it to Rachel. Then she began pacing back and forth, deep in thought. ”It’s not enough. That feeling of victory, the pride, it won’t doesn’t matter how strong it is, it work.”
“I don’t get it.”
“The happiness, it has to come from deep inside you. When think about the memory you’re using, it should consume you, it should set your whole body on fire, it should explode inside you like a nuclear bomb and make you feel so happy you can’t contain it.”
“But what should I use? You keep telling what I need to feel but I don’t know how to make myself feel that.”
“I can’t tell you what memory to use,” Shelby said with a shake of her head. ”You have to figure that out yourself.”
Rachel sighed in frustration and spent the next several minutes staring off into space. Then suddenly, she jumped up off the desk she was sitting on with a huge smile on her face.
“I’ve got it!” Shelby looked up from the papers she was grading and Rachel gestured towards the trunk containing the Boggart.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! Just do it already.”
“Fine. But this is the last try for tonight.”
Shelby took up her position off to the side of the classroom and flicjed her wand at the trunk.
Rachel shut her eyes and began recalling her memory as soon as she heard the latch slip open.
She was laying on Quinn’s four-poster bed in the Ravenclaw dormitory. Quinn was above her and they were both clad only in their uniform skirts and white shirts. Well, Quinn was. Rachel’s shirt had just been unbuttoned and Quinn was sliding it off her shoulders. Once it was off, Quinn trailed a hand down her bare stomach, making only the lightest of contact until -
Rachel cracked an eye open when she heard the rattling breath of a Dementor. The towering black form had climbed out of the trunk and was gliding across the room towards her.
Finn was kneeling in front of her, with ring box raised up in his huge, sweaty hand. There was a thin silver band with an almost invisible diamond inside.
Just the thought of marrying him almost made her throw up in her mouth a little, but for some reason the words wouldn’t come. Whenever she opened her mouth to answer in the negative it was as it there was a blockage in her throat. She tried to -
‘No,’ Rachel thought to herself. The Dementor was gliding closer. She could feel the cold seeping in again. ’Think about Quinn, not Finn. Think about Quinn. Quinn. Quinn.’
She gripped her wand tighter in her freezing hand and once more dived back in to her happiest memory.
After Quinn had made short work of the rest of Rachel’s clothing, Rachel pushed Quinn away so she could reverse their position. She climbed on top of Quinn and slowly slid her hand down Quinn’s front, unbuttoning her shirt as she went.
Rachel gasped when the hand Quinn had been resting on her hip slipped between her legs. Quinn’s long fingers danced up her inner thigh until -
“Rachel! Cast the spell!” Shelby yelled, breaking her out of the memory.
She could barely feel the Dementor’s chill over the fire that had exploded inside her. And it wasn’t just from the contents of the memory, (although that was a part of it) but from the way it had made her feel. The way Quinn made her feel so loved, the loved Rachel felt for her, and the connection she felt with Quinn that she had never felt with another person.
She understood exactly what Shelby had meant. All of these feelings were running through like a white-hot firestorm that her body couldn’t contain.
She focused on the feelings, imaging the fire pouring through her veins from her heart all the way down to her wand hand, and she shouted the spell as loud as she could.