Chapter 8. Disappearance of a prince

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Jeno and Mark made their way through the big hallways outside towards the outer enclosure of the castle. On Wednesday mornings they had flying lessons together with the other Gryffindors (except those in the quidditch team). They walked calmly on the gravel road but when they noticed that most of the other students already stood by their broomsticks they got in a hurry. They rushed to their positions beside each other and stood on the left side of their loan broomsticks.

The broomsticks aren't really something to boast about, they look pretty ratched and don't go that fast while flying. The old broomsticks are good for flying classes though, helping Professor Nakamoto keep an eye on those who desire to fly away. (His broomstick is a lot faster than the students just for him to be able to catch them if they 'run' off, no one is probably going to do that but don't tell him. Let him have his fun.)

"You were almost late."

The flying teacher's voice rang through the cool morning air.

"Sorry professor."

Both boys bowed slightly at him and were grateful that Professor Kim isn't their flying teacher.

"So, today we're going to try to catch something while in the air." The professor began while sitting himself up on his broom. "I'm going to have this little ball in my hand and stay right about here, though a few metres up in the air. You-" He pointed to the students. "-are going to be flying a bit that way, of course also up in the air." He gestured towards the grass on the other side of the gravel road. "Then I'm going to throw this and you're going to catch it. Easy."

Catching a ball while flying on an unstable broomstick about four metres up in the air isn't easy. At least all the students that failed before it was Jeno's turn thought that. They all almost fell or weren't even close to catching the ball, making Professor Nakamoto sigh and grumble at them under his breath. The Gryffindor quidditch team wasn't going to get a seeker this way, the students couldn't even catch a ball let alone be able to catch the snitch.

Yes, the quidditch team is in need of a seeker. The last one quit after getting his nose broken by a bludger, he wasn't in the mood of dying or something.

It was Jeno's turn to mount his broom and fly up in the air. They had had two flying classes before, this class only being on Wednesday mornings. Jeno had been awfully good at flying -opposite to Mark- for being a muggle and not knowing anything about the wizarding world before getting his letter. The flying had come somewhat naturally to him and Professor Nakamoto had praised the living shit out of him, (he had hopes of Jeno becoming the seeker, Jeno obviously didn't know).

Jeno got his broomstick to levitate up to his hand and took a steady grip of the stick. He swung his right leg over and pushed away from the ground. At first he wobbled a bit in the air before finding his balance and flying higher. Broomsticks are sometimes a bit hard to control, especially if you are a beginner, so it wasn't that much of a surprise when Jeno didn't get his broom to stop flying higher. He didn't care that much though and just enjoyed the wind ruffling his hair.

He wasn't ready when the professor suddenly threw the ball. Professor Nakamoto didn't give heads up and just threw it in hopes of getting Jeno's hidden seeker to emerge and it did.

Jeno only saw the ball swish by in the corner of his eye and on instinct he dove after it, gravity already getting the ball to begin its way towards the ground. Jeno only focused on the ball and didn't take notice of the ground coming closer and closer. Jeno got his broomstick to accelerate and dove faster than ever to catch the ball, he only wanted to impress his professor. He always was the troublemaker in school and no teacher ever really liked him, the teachers at Hogwarts being the first ever teachers to be relatively nice to him, professor Nakamoto a bit extra even.

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