Fleur stretched out her arm desperately and with great effort, her fingertips mere centimeters from the object of her desire, the one thing that would make everything right. She stretched and strained, yet it remained just out of reach, as if taunting her in it's placement. She sighed deeply as the prize remained outside her grasp and began looking around for something, anything, that could aid in her quest.
"What are you doing?" asked Harry, stopping on his way through the room. Looking down, he grabbed her hair brush and handed it to her.
"It worked!" Fleur exclaimed, a look of smug satisfaction on her face.
"What did?" he asked.
"I was trying to wandlessly summon my hair brush. It worked." Harry rolled his eyes and continued on to the kitchen, shaking his head in amusement.
"I'm now attempting to wandlessly summon ice cream from the kitchen. Specifically, vanilla ice cream," she called to him. "Two scopes," she quickly added.
As he came back from the kitchen, Harry handed her a bowl of vanilla ice cream and a spoon. Two scopes, of course. Fleur blew a kiss up at him.
"Next time, try wandlessly summoning some energy to get off the couch," he teased, deftly side-stepping a swipe of the spoon before continuing out of the room.