You give my Life Magic

Chapter 13: High Flying Friday!

Chapter 13: High Flying Friday!

Waking up four days of school later, my stomach felt like it had been tied into a trillion knots with butterflies in any unoccupied space, neither because of my thoughts and feelings that were all *cattywompus, unchanged since Monday, nor from my anxieties over wether or not I finished my assignments correctly; this was due to the fact that I had flight lessons today.

*cattywompus means out of order, messed up, or in disarray. (It is one of my favorite words, so fun to say!)

Sammy and Becca were not helping calm my nerves as they practically stalked Lee, the twins and I to breakfast, trying to calm me down when I was actually excited on Tuesday, but when they started to talk about anything and everything that has and could go wrong, anxiety, panic, and dread began to poison my excitement.

"Come on Lucy! It's not like flying on a broom is going to kill you!" George chuckled, patting me on the back.

"You want a bet? I'm going to make a fool out of myself," I exclaimed in frustration, "I'll probably fall off my broom, break my head open or snap my neck, and die."

"You have got to be kidding me! The witch who punched Marcus Flint in the face. Is paranoid about flying a broom? Lee, please tell her she doesn't have to worry!" Fred mused.

We were in the Great Hall now, I walked ahead of them so I could get us a spot at the table away from my roommates. I mentally groaned, taking my seat at the table, 'why can't they just let me freak out and panic when I feel the need to do so?'

"Because Lucy, " Fred took a seat to my left, "some friends are too stubborn to let their friends do that."

I groaned aloud this time, "I have really got to learn to filter my thoughts!"

"Anyhow, back to our prior topic," George interrupted before I could rant any further, "Lee please reassure this worrywart."

"Well," Lee began, " I personally don't like flying, I'd much rather be an observer, maybe a quidditch commentator..."

"But should she really be this worried about flying?!" Fred questioned

"No, not really..."

"See? There is nothing to worry about!"

"Whatever you say Fred," I sighed in defeat, knowing that Fred or George wold not stop bothering me until I agreed with them. I continued to eat my breakfast, the knots in my stomach began to loosen as the morning progressed, due to Fred and George listing all of the positivities of me learning how to fly a broom.

Lee, on the other hand, was little to no help because he literally faked sick and "threw up" (mixed his pumpkin juice with some veggies and ham, just to mush it up and toss it in the floor, making a gagging noise) after lunch. Even though his actions seemed a tad drastic, I found this hysterical and I actually was as excited for our lesson as I was Tuesday.

I walked with the twins to the flat lawn adjacent to the forbidden forest where we would have our flight lesson, the grass was somewhat slippery from the light rainstorm that we had during our fourth class. This was the perfect opportunity, in my eyes, to mess around a bit.

"Hey Fred, George," I paused, to stifle a grin, "How would you feel if I were to do," I bumped into them with my left shoulder, causing them to stumble while I burst into giggles, "this?"

"Well Fred, I'm pretty sure that you know what I'd do." George mused

"And I think you know what I would do." Fred answered. They both gave each other matching grins and they did absolutely nothing.