"I am not so sure about Red here, but I'll make sure you'll land back on the ground with your bones and all still intact," George promised as he dragged his Cleansweep across the pitch.
"It's bad enough that we have a Flying class this week, and I don't want to get on the broom unless I have to," Phoenix said as Fred handed her his broom.
"Here, take this one. The ones we have for training are ancient, and it helps if you don't let it know you're nervous," Fred added, thrusting the broom back into her hands.
Phoenix stared at the twins helplessly, "Go on, and try not to slide off the end," George teased, as Fred laughed seeing Phoenix's eyes widen in horror.
"You'll be fine!"
Phoenix took the broom hesitantly, "Be sure to look where you're going, and slightly lean forward when you want to get down," George instructed, as he corrected her grip. "We'll be right behind you," he assured her as she mounted the broom.
"I can't believe this," Phoenix muttered, as she tightened the grip on her broom. She could see Scarlett and William who were hovering next to the goalposts watching her eagerly. She looked back at Fred and George who were already on their brooms, ready to take flight. Phoenix kicked against the ground and took off at once.
As hesitant as she was in the beginning, she loved the feeling of being able to fly, and she was amazed at how tiny everything looked around her. Phoenix slightly pulled the broom up, as the wind picked up and soared through the pitch taking a sharp turn around one of the hoops.
"Slow down!" Fred yelled as he trailed behind her.
Scarlett cheered as she zoomed past her, "You owe me two Galleon's," echoed George's voice as he hovered next to her. Scarlett laughed, "I never thought I'd live to see this day."
George laughed, "Looks like she's having fun."
"You think?" Scarlett asked as she watched Fred chase Phoenix across the pitch. "Not sure how Fred feels though," she chuckled, as George grinned looking at his brother.
"He'll live. Just don't tell Wood we snuck out today. He's been badgering us to start practising for the match since he set foot on the train."
"The season doesn't start until November, does it?" Scarlett asked as she turned to him.
George shook his head no, "It doesn't, but that doesn't stop him from dragging us around to the pitch at five in the morning."
Scarlett laughed, "I wish we could play too. It's not fair to keep the first years from playing. Especially, if they're good at it!"
"I agree, but not all of them know how to fly a broom. So, I think it wouldn't be fair when it comes to the trials."
"Maybe, but I'd still like to get on the team."
"Maybe you will. But, it's a shame you're in Slytherin."
"Better than being in Gryffindor."
George raised an eyebrow, "You know, unlike Flint, Wood wouldn't hesitate or even think twice to have you on the team. He was positively heartbroken when the hat placed you in Slytherin."
"Why is that?"
"A talent wasted, or that's what he said," George recalled, "He would've had the team of his dreams with another Selwyn on his side."
Scarlett rolled her eyes, "Of course, he would."
"Oi, Scar, George! What are you two doing up there? I thought we were supposed to have a match!" William cried as she flew towards them.
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The Lost Prophecy | Year One
FanfictionWhen a strange man in a brown coat shows up unannounced at Mr. and Mrs. White's house, their life takes an unexpected turn. Never had they imagined that the stories and tales they had heard growing up were real. That they were not just myths and leg...
