Headcanon: Lee Jordan and wandless magic
His young magic is influenced by his emotions. His comfort with magic is a problem. He tries floating his juice in front of his muggle cousins, but his Mum catches him before her family notices. Later,he’s an excitable, talkative, little thing who keeps trying to liberate his parents’ brooms from the closet.
There’s far too much to do between socializing, plotting with the twins, Quidditch and avoiding whatever is trying to kill people this year to bother with studying up on wandless magic.
He has more time and a world of possibility, but his new interest in wandless magic is more about impressing the person who has stolen his heart.
Second Wizarding War:
He wishes he had delved more into wandless magic when dark magic and smoke and rubble-dust mix in his throat and he’s gasping for breath,and his wand lies just beyond his bloodied, scraping fingers.
He can’t speak the real reason he’s not keen on the movie his muggle cousins pick. It’s his welcome home party and his new flat. He can’t leave.
He is until the final act has smoke and fire, rubble, and blood–
The television screen cracks, sparks fly, and it starts to smoke.
Lee’s parents glance his way and frown.
Lee isn’t two years old and accidents like this shouldn’t happen. He makes his own excuses. He loudly complains about slick salesmen and wonders if exploding television sets are covered under manufacturer’s warranty.
His work is righting wrongs, giving voice to the voiceless in peace-time as he had in war-time.This is what the public sees of Lee Jordan. For now.
When the taste of smoke and stone and blood has faded from his tongue, he’ll speak of what once silenced him,too.
But not yet. Now, he works at wandless magic to focus his mind, to steel himself against other threats if there is ever a need, to reclaim his own power,and to heal.