𝗔𝗧𝗬𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗔, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿
SEVEN
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
'𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴'
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EVERYONE NOW STOOD OUT ON THE GRASSY PITCH, NEXT TO RAGGEDY OLD BROOMSTICKS.
a few people were still glancing at you, which they thought was secretly, but you could see thrm clear as day.
madam hooch, a lady with striking yellow eyes and greying hairs walks down between you all.
"good afternoon, class"
"good afternoon, madam hooch" everyone choruses, except you.
she reaches the end of the self-made corridor, spinning around.
"welcome to your first flying lesson"
you smirk.
"well, what are you waiting for? everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick"
you step around to the left of your broom, your robes hanging just above the ground.
"come on now, hurry up. stick your right hand over the broom and say 'up' "
everyone sticks their right hands over their brooms, you sweat-drop a bit, wondering if it will work for you.
"up"
the broom shoots into your hand, you smirk, sniggering to yourself at all the others who had yet to achieve it.
of course the goddess of festivals would do it first try!
harry and draco had also gotten there's up on the first try.
"with feeling" hooch says, mostly to the students who had still yet to get their brooms up.
you snort loudly as ron's broom goes up, whacking him right in the nose.
Eventually, everyone had gotten hold of their brooms, with neville taking a substantially long time.
"now, once you've got old of your broom, i want you to mount it"
everyone swings their leg over the broom.
"and grip it tight, you don't wanna be sliding off the end"
you gripped it a little too tight, you could hear a small snap sound from the broom.
you make a funny kind of face, loosening your grip.
"when i blow my whistle, i want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. keep your broom steady, hover for a moment.. then lean forward slightly and touch back down. on my whistle, three, two.. "
she blows the whistle and neville was off the ground, you sigh.
"mr. longbottom. mister longbottom!" hooch stammers as neville flies up higher.
"down! down!" neville meekly orders his broom, as if only urging it to go higher upwards.
you rub your forehead.
"come back down this instant!" hooch hisses, neville continues to shout for help.
his broom was swinging him round and round, up and down. he flies against the building, his broom going from front to back, hitting itself against the brick. he flies back down, everyone jumps out of the way as to not get hit by him.
he flies through the corridor and upwards, getting caught on the robes by a statue with a very sharp spear.
you sigh, knowing this wasn't going to end well.
everyone crowds underneath quickly.
his robe tears and he falls downwards, robe catching on a lantern of sorts.
you hear his robe tearing even more and your body pushed you forward, safely catching neville in your arms.
everyone awes and wows.
you shrug as if it was no big deal, placing him down and passing him over to hooch.
hooch looks at you, awestruck. she shakes her head, "let's take you to the hospital wing, you look as if you're about to be sick"
hooch turns back to you all, "understand? if i see a single broom in the air.. the one riding it will find themselves out of hogwarts before they can say 'quidditch' "
everyone crowds around you, aweing.
"wow [name]! that was wicked!"
"how did you catch him?"
"how strong are you?!"
you smirk, they probably didn't expect it. you had the same muscle build as mitsuri, so even though you were crazy strong, you had no muscles. you and mitsuri often bonded over that, she felt good she wasn't the only super strong female.
draco scoffs, "did you see his face?"
have you seen yours?
"maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered not to be such a coward"
you look to the remembrall neville had been gifted, which was now in draco's hands.
"give it here, malfoy" harry steps forward.
draco turns around, "no. i think i'll leave it somewhere for longbottom to find"
he throws it up lightly, catching it again flying around on his broom.
"how about on the roof?" he flies up, you deadpan.
"what's the matter, potter? bit beyond your reach?" draco smirks, you roll your eyes.
harry mounts his boom.
hermione steps forward immediately, "harry, no way! you heard what madam hooch said. besides, you don't even know how to fly!"
harry zooms off anyway.
"what. an. idiot" hermione sighs.
"give it here, malfoy, or i'll knock you off your broom!" harry shouts.
"is that so?"
harry shoots forward, draco does a 360, holding up the remembrall mockingly.
"have it your way, then"
draco throws the remembrall away, harry immediately shoots for it.
he flies forward hastily, grabbing the remembrall right in his hand.
you raise your eyebrows,
pretty impressive
he flies back down, showing off the remembrall.
everyone cheers, running toward him.
they all pat him on the back, congratulating him and such.
your eyes turn in the direction of heels clacking against the stone, mcgonagall was walking towards you all.
"harry potter!" sha valls, everyone goes quiet.
you raise your eyebrows at harry.
"follow me"
you shrug it off, she wasn't going to do anything.
but you know who does have ill-intent? professor quirell.
you hear him talking to himself all the time, well, not really to himself. to whatever the hell was on the back of his head, as it was talking back. and his sound was malicious, he had something bad planned and you couldn' t even tell anyone.
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date posted ; 23/05/22
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