chapter | 06
“FLYING LESSON? MORE LIKE DEATH LESSONS”———“FLYING LESSONS ARE TODAY. WE'VE GOT THEM WITH THE GRYFFINDORS,”
Theodore Nott announced at the Slytherin table, sliding into a seat beside Clementine. Greyson was sitting with them this morning, helping Minnie with her Potions' notes–– they were messy and unorganised and half of her page was covered with mindless doodles. The only lessons Minnie paid attention to was Herbology–– and that was because she loved plants. And animals.
"Great." Minnie groaned out loud, almost making Greyson drop his toast as her hand brushed against his. "Just what I needed. To make a fool of myself in front of everybody."
"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," Theodore said reasonably. But everyone at the Slytherin table knew how much of a kultz Clementine Rosewood was. She had complained that her mother had refused her to buy a broom, which personally, Greyson felt she'd had a good reason, Minnie had a huge number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.
"Malfoy's always been going on about how good he is at Quidditch," McGregor decided to join their conversation. "But I bet that's all talk."
Malfoy certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters. He wasn't the only one, though: the way Theodore told it, he'd spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick. Even Ron would tell anyone who'd listen about the time he'd almost hit a hang glider on Charlie's old broom. Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly.
"It's not." Minnie frowned. "He's actually pretty good on a broom."
"How do you know that?" McGregor sneered, "Are you his girlfriend or something?"
"Keep your voice down, Parkinson might hear you." Blaise joked, leaning forward to grab a breakfast sandwich from the plate as a hoard of owls flew over the Great Hall, circling around their owner and dropping a mail.
Greyson hadn't had a single letter since Hagrid's note, something that Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoy's eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at their table. Clementine received a handful of sweet and cauldron cakes from her mother, which she shared with Theodore and Greyson. The younger Potter had to admit Mrs. Rosewood was an amazing baker.
At three-twenty that afternoon, the Slytherins hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear breezy day, and the grass rippeled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns towards a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance. The Gryffindors arrived ten minutes later, and they all stood in front of twenty broomsticks lying in near likes on the ground.
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