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"BROOMSTICKS AND HALLOWEEN"
Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron. Mia knew that she wanted them to be upset, but she's pretty sure the two boys were glad about it. She had almost passed after everything. Hermione Granger had dragged her along, hoping she could stop it. She couldn't. And Mia doesn't want to talk about what happened after. It was too much, she's so scared. All it did was solidify her need to get out of his godforsaken school.
On top of magic being horrible, teachers who hate her and everything else, theres now an evil, giant dog that probably wants to kill them. Her only comfort is that it's locked up. But all Harry and Ron really wanted now was a way of getting back at Malfoy, and to their great delight, just such a thing arrived in the mail about a week later. She was not so delighted.
As the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. Mia was not interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel, and was so done when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of Harry, knocking his bacon to the floor. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel.
Harry ripped open the letter first, which was lucky, because it said:
DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.
It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session.
Professor McGonagall
Harry had difficulty hiding his glee as he handed the note to Ron and Mia to read. Mia bit her lip, masking her emotions. The last thing she wanted was her brother flying around in the air on a broomstick. What if he feel and broke his neck and died? Or what if he couldn't get down? Or what if he lost control of his broom? Or flew into someone? Or what if he got hit in the head? Or someone was too aggressive and he got hurt? It made her want to throw up.
"A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never even touched one."
They left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private before their first class, but halfway across the entrance hall they found the way upstairs barred by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy seized the package from Harry and felt it.
"That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face. "You'll be in for it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed them."
Ron couldn't resist it. Mia became very interested in her shoelaces. Draco Malfoy was annoying but he also scared her.
"It's not any old broomstick," he said, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."
