TINA'S POV
I woke up late one morning, hurriedly got dressed and went down to the common room, which was surprisingly lively. then I remembered we had our first flying lesson tomorrow. My first time on a fucking broom! I can't believe I'm going to ride a broomstick.
"Typical" said Harry darkly when he found out that Gryffindors and Slytherins would be having the class together.
"Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy" he said.
I sighed. I really couldn't be bothered by Malfoy and his posy of pathetic cronies today. I was going to fly! Holy Shit!
"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself" said Ron reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet it's all talk."
Malfoy certainly did talk a lot about flying. He complained loudly about first years never getting in the House quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that somehow always ended with him narrowly escaping Muggle helicopters.
I knew he could fly, but I wasn't sure how well. I decided to ignore him because I didn't have time to waste on wondering if the blonde bimbo even knew what a helicopter actually was. "NarRowLy EsCaPed" my ass. The idiot would have been crushed by the blades of the chopper.
Ron seemed impressed and repulsed at the same time. I shook my head disapprovingly and started to explain. "He's bluffing" I told the three of them. "You can't go closer than fifty feet from a moving helicopter without the blades slicing you off, especially if you're flying."
We were in the corridor going to Potions, and Malfoy had blocked the entire corridor, as he talked loudly about his imaginary adventure where he was flying at least ninety feet above the ground and how he was so fast the muggle couldn't even see him and how he missed the blades by three inches.
In the silence, somehow, all the Slytherin and Gryffindor first years in the vicinity heard it loud and clear.
"From what I know, helicopters usually don't flay any lower than five hundred feet above sea level. the blades of the helicopter itself are nearly 7.8 meters. Plus, the blades go at a speed of nearly 400 kilometers per hour" I said simply.
Then I noticed I had an audience who weren't just Harry, Ron and Hermione. I only meant to tell the three of them. As much as I hated the bimbo, I didn't want to be the asshole who embarrassed him in front of everyone, when all he was doing was telling an imaginary story. I saw Malfoy glaring at me and I raised an eyebrow questioningly. I saw him mouth something along the lines of 'filthy half-blood'.
That ticked me off. Screw my righteousness. The bimbo was asking for it. Boasting, lying and a great big prat. "And since I don't see you in pieces Malfoy, the credibility of that story is really high. I swear to Merlin, Malfoy, if I had a galleon for every time you said something smart, I'd be poorer that the poorest person on earth" I say with a sarcastic smile.
Sniggers broke out, especially Ron and Harry who were guffawing loudly along with Seamus and Dean. Neville was grinning. Parvati and Lavender lapsed into a fit of giggles and Hermione was smiling at her feet. Even a few Slytherins who didn't believe a word Malfoy had said, coughed awkwardly to hide their laughs and Blaise was trying to hide his smile, while Theodore was shaking in silent laughter.
Malfoy flushed pink and glared around at them.
"What would you know, White?" he sneered. "Have you ever seen a broom? That muggle hovel of yours which you call a house, bet you can't even dream of getting one."
"Yeah, sure, whatever dude" I shrugged. as if I cared. I was going to see one tomorrow, and that's all that mattered. And a hovel was the last I'd call my house. That shit was huge.
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