Orphan Witch

Chapter Six

I walk out to the field for my first broom lesson. All the first years are made to do this. I meet up with Harry and Ron. We catch up about the last week. A whistle is blown and we all get next to a broom.

"When I blow my whistle," the professor says. "Hold your hands over the broom and say 'up'."

She blows the whistle. I hold my hand over the broom and say the command. On the first try, it ends up in my hand. I smirk and look up. Harry is also done.

Some people are getting very frustrated. Ron's flies up and smacks him in the face. I try not to laugh at his craziness. Everyone finally succeeds, the boy from the train last.

"Good," the professor states. "Now mount your brooms, fly up a few feet, hold for a minute, then come back down."

I do as she says with the rest of the class. Train boy's broom starts messing up as he tries to land with the class. It flies up and starts to go crazy.

He falls off and his shirt gets caught on a statue. I hear the fabric tear and he falls, landing on his arm. I run over with the everyone else. The professor helps him up.

"We need to get you to the Hospital Wing," she tells him. Then she turns towards the class. "If I see a single broom in the air, I will have that student on a train home faster than they can say Quidditch."

She leaves with the boy. Draco goes to wear the boy was and picks up a sphere.

"Looks like Longbottom dropped something," he laughs.

"Give it back to Neville," a messy, brown hair, brown eyed girl orders. I think her name is Hermione. Draco laughs and gets on a broom. He flies up.

"If you want it," he shouts, "come and get it."

Harry gets on a broom and fly after him. He chases Draco until he drops the sphere. Harry goes after it and catches it. He comes down and has a smile of joy across his face. Everyone that's not in Slytherin cheers as he gets off the broom.

"Harry Potter," a professor calls. Which one, I'm not sure. "Come with me."

Harry leaves. By the time our professor comes back, we have to leave for lunch break. Which works, because I'm starving. I walk into the Great Hall and sit at my table. Cedric sits next to me.

"Hey," I say.

"What do you have next class?" He asks me.

"Herbology," I answer. "And by the way, it is common for people to say hi when someone greets them."

"Sorry. Hi. Now the reason why I asked is to see if you would want to skip next class with me."

"Won't we get in trouble."

"Only if we get caught."

"Okay. I'm in."

"Great C."