𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 [ᕼᑭ ᙭ ᑭᒍO]

V || "The sun can fuck off right now"

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"That one was for Neville, Blondie."

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Lilith watched Terry getting hit by the broom for the fifth time. 

"Oh shut up lils! Why don't you give it a try" he huffed.

"watch me" she said smirking. The broom shot up in her hand without even saying a word.

Lilith looked smugged while Terry was hiding his face with embarrassment.

Just then madam hooch arrived "good morning everyone. good morning Amanda good morning"

The Gryffindors and the Slytherins were standing in front of each other while Lilith and Terry were sitting on the tree far away watching them.

Their flying class was in next week, they just wanted to see what happen. So they quickly hid the broom and try to hide themselves as much as possible.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."

The class repeated "Up!"

Harry said "Up"!, and the broom immediately flies into his hand. He looked amazed.

Draco Malfoy's broom immediately shot up as well, he smuggly looked at Potter.

" Up. Up!" Ron shouted.

"With feeling!"

Hermione was trying but she was failing miserably "Up. Up. Up. Up."

Ron's broom immediately shot up and whacked him on the nose. Harry laughs "Shut up, Harry" Ron then seemingly starts to laugh after he recovered.

Madam Hooch began "Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. 3, 2..."

"Well, now that sounds wrong" said Lilith and Terry snickred.

She blows the whistle. However, Neville's broomstick somehow lifts him off the ground and he immediately lifts off. He looked quite frightened for his life.

"Neville.." whispered Lilith.

"Mr. Longbottom." said Madam Hooch

"Neville, what are you doing?"

"Neville... Neville..." the students whispered.

"We're not supposed to take off, yet." Dean said.

Neville begins soaring away uncontrollably, tightly gripping the handle

"M-M-M-Mr. Longb-!"

"AHH!" he shouted.

"Mr. Longbottom!" shouted Hooch

"Is she a witch or not! Why isn't she helping him" exclaimed Lilith furiously

"Down! Down! Ahhhh!" Neville looked so scared. "Help!" He screamed as he immediately skyrockets towards the sky.

"Come back down this instant!" Hooch shouted.

"Dude if he had control, he would have!" Terry said.

"AHH!" Neville was flying uncontrollably in the air and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch quickly holds out her wand to stop him. But had no luck.