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#007 :: Potter 2.0 vs Malfoy 2.0
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"Life is too short for loose ends, for feelings that were never acted upon, gestured that were never taken"
- The strength in our scars
"It's in Adalyn's pov" Remus announced.
Adalyn Pov
At three-thirty that afternoon, I, Arilene, Potter, Weasley, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for our first flying lesson.
The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk. "Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on,hurry up." I hurried and stood next to a broom, Arilene beside my left, Hermione beside my right, and Potter and Weasley across us.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!'""UP" everyone shouted. My broom jumped into my hand at once, same with potter but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, Arilene's broom was slightly up in the air, while Ron's hadn't moved at all.
"Oh he's a natural" Peter whispered to which james adjusted his specs and flexed himself, "Well duh he's my son"
There was a quaver in Neville's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground. Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. "Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle — three — two —"
But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Ouch! The poor boy got some bad luck with accidents" Briony said wincing a bit.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, WHAM — a thud and a nasty crack, and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his. "Broken wrist," I heard her mutter. "Come on, boy — it's all right, up you get."She turned to the rest of the class. "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him. No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter. "Did you see his face, the great lump?"
I looked at the blonde boy with furrowed brows, what's with him and snickering at every possible moment?
He went towards Longbottom's remember ball
"Look!" "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up. "Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly.
"Ahh now get ready for Potter 2.0 vs Malfoy 2.0" Rabastan snickered causing James and Lucius to glare at him, "Woah chill machos, I was kidding" He scoffed rolling his eyes.
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