Her Power | Discontinued

Quidditch practice

As the owls flooded into the Great Hall the next morning, everyone's attention was caught at once by two long, thin packages carried by six large screech owls. Harry and I along with Ron were just as interested as everyone else to see what was in these large parcels. We were shocked when the owls soared down and dropped one right in front of me, on my table, the other his, knocking our plates to the floor. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped two letters on top of the parcels. Harry and I ripped open the letters first, which was lucky because it said:

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCELS AT THE TABLE. It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand's, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick, or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session.

-Professor Snape

I had difficulty hiding my glee, walking over to Harry, broomstick in hand, I handed the note to Ron to read.

"A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never even touched one."

"Don't worry Ronniekins, I'll let you have ago" I told Ron ruffling his hair before grabbing my broom and practically skipping out of the Great Hall with Ron and Harry following closely behind.

Wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private before Our first-class, I suggested we go back to their Common room, but we found the way upstairs barred by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy seized one of the packages and felt it.

That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spice on his face

Really? asked sarcastically "We had no idea

Draco turned to me with a smirk on his face

"You'll be in for it this time, first years aren't allowed them!"

"It's not any old broomstick," Ron said,

"It's a Nimbus Two Thousand What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sirty?" Ron grinned at Harry and me.

"Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Malfoy snapped back.

"I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig"

I stepped forward threateningly, wand in hand, but before I could say anything, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow.

"Not arguing, I hope, boys, Miss Grey?" he squeaked.

"Potter and Olivia have been sent broomsticks, Professor," said Malfoy

quickly. I smirked.

"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry and Me.

"Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, and what model are they?"

"They're Nimbus Two Thousand's, sir," Harry said, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Malfoy's face.

"And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that we've got them," I added. Ron couldn't help it and let out a snigger, trying desperately to cover it with his hands.

Me, Harry, and Ron headed upstairs, smothering our laughter at Malfoy's obvious rage and confusion.

"Well, it's true," Harry chortled as we reached the top of the marble staircase.

''If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall we wouldn't be on the teams."

"'But thanks to Malfoy' a phrase I don't think anyone has said ever" Harry said and I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.