Electric Love

XVI

There is zero information about who taught DATDA before Harry went to school so there won't be much of that!

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-Ella's POV-

I was so excited to go to my first flying class. Although my father and godfather already taught me how I was still thrilled!

The six of us left the classroom and headed to the front garden of the school. All the first-year Gryffindors and Slytherins had this class right now.

"I bet I can out fly you!" said Noah as we all walked down the hall.

"How much are you betting?" I knew there was no chance for him to win so might as well use that to my advantage.

"3 Galleons!"

"Oh, you're going to regret that!"

"We'll see about that," he said a little too confident.

"Oh Noah, you are going to fail miserably," Fred sighed.

We got onto the field and stood with the other six. I looked over to my side and made eye contact with Noah, he winked. I never understood his obsession with winking it didn't make him look better. I turned to Thea and mouthed 'save me,' but she just laughed.

-Noah's POV-

Class was finally over. We had our very first flying class at Hogwarts. We had it in the huge field in front of the school. Quite away from here.

"I bet I can out fly you!" I said to Ella while we began walking. I heard Fred begin to snicker.

"How much are you betting?" she replied in an orotund voice.

"3 Galleons!"

"Oh, you're going to regret that!"

"We'll see about that," I called back tightly. I needed to show her I was good at something!

"Oh Noah, you are going to fail miserably," Fred sighed. Ella can't be that great of a flyer. She is

only eleven years old.

-Ella's POV-

"Good morning everyone my name is Madam Rolanda Hooch, and I will be your flying instructor." she was a very loud lady with short white hair, I loved it. I've met her before at one of the quidditch games. Harry's parents play quidditch with an older group every now and then. My father usually takes me to watch them. That's where I met Madam Hooch.

"Everyone stand right next to a broom. Point your hand out in front of it and say up." I remember my first time doing it, I smacked myself in the face. It hurt for a good while and left a mark on my face. My uncle, Padfoot, joked that I looked like Uncle Moony, but my mom didn't find that funny.

I glanced from person to person as they attempted to lift their broom. I look down at mine and whispered 'up'. It quickly flew up right into my hand. The twins had already gotten their brooms in hand.

"Ouch!" someone called. I spun around to see who said that and saw a Slytherin boy rubbing his nose.

"Ella dear is it alright if you help demonstrate," the professor called to me. "I hurt my arm and professor Pomfrey said I am not allowed to fly." she finished slightly lifting her sleeve to reveal a bandage placed around her hand to her elbow.

"I would love to! I hope you feel better soon," I wanted to scream from happiness but that wouldn't be very smart so I held it in. Fred was standing alongside me and had heard the conversation. A nudge came from my left I turned to find Fred smiling and whispered: "yay Ella!"