"No wands."

"I guess that makes sense. I mean, Social Studies isn't wandy either. Didn't want to learn about Muggles or Beings or History?"

"Nope."

"Why not? I'm really looking forward to Beings."

"I just really don't like the class," he says, shrugging.

Feral also has Charms!

Everyone has Charms.

"We always all have Charms together," observes Bella.

Tony shrugs. "Yeah, guess so."

And classes ensue fairly unremarkably. Bella is in the second level of Magizoology, which is fun, and of course all the standard courses. They learn a nifty bruise-healing potion; she makes two extra batches on her own time to keep around for when she falls down stairs or otherwise finds it useful but doesn't want to go all the way to Healer Song.

That Friday at lunch, Sherlock sits himself down next to Bella and says, "Boggarts."

"Gesundheit."

"Ha. No. They're a magical creature that turns into the thing you most fear. You'll be seeing one in Magical Defense today."

"Oh." Bella frowns. "Are you okay?"

He shrugs. "It was survivable."

"Obviously, you're alive. Are you okay?"

"You could make a case for it."

"Which you are conspicuously failing to do."

He shrugs again.

"What'd you see?" Bella asks softly.

"Tony, dead. And so did the rest of the class. The Boggart's form is not a personal illusion."

Bella hugs him.

He hugs her back.

"I wonder what I'll see."