| Chapter Seven ~ Year One |

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After tidying up our supplies, we headed to the large field situated on the school grounds. We saw our flying professor, Madam Hooch waiting for us all to take our places. I was looking forward to learning how to fly and on broomsticks. Ever better. We all stood in two rows, next to a broom which was on the floor,

"Good afternoon, class," Madam Hooch announced while walking up through the rows,

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch," we all greeted back. Once she reached the end, she jumped back around with a smile plastered on her face,

"Welcome to your first flying lesson! Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up on the left side of your broom," She instructed, to which we followed, "Stick your right hand over the broom and say 'up'," Hooch commanded. I gingerly stuck my hand out over before saying, 

"Up" however it just levitated around halfway and fell back down. However, besides me, Harry's broom immediately flew up into his hands on his first attempt,

"Wow! Well done, Harry!" I grinned. I soon turned back to my own broom and readied myself for another go, "Up!" I said in a more forceful tone and to my luck, it flew straight up into my hand,

"Well done Odessa!" Harry grinned back. We both then turned our attention to Ron, who seemed to be struggling a lot,

"Up!" he demanded which caused his broom to rocket up and hit him square in the nose. Harry and I could barely keep out giggles to ourselves which seemed to annoy Ron even more, "Oh shut up. Both of you!" Soon everyone managed to retrieve their broom allowing Madam Hooch to continue

"Now, once you have got a hold of your broom I want you to mount it," she instructed to which we all followed, "And grip it tight. Don't want you sliding off the end - when I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off the ground hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, lean forward slightly then touch back down. On my whistle... Three... two" Hooch blew her whistle signalling for us all to start. However before we even got the chance, Neville rose from the ground and began to hover in the air. Only it seemed as if he was floating further and further away from us,

"Neville! We're not supposed to take off yet!" I exclaimed hoping this would make him come back down. But it just seemed to panic him even more,

"Mr Longbottom.... Mr.... Mr..... Longbottom!" Madam Hooch stuttered, slightly unsure of what to do next,

"Ahhh! Down! Down!" Neville ordered the broom, but alas it did not seem to work. Everyone was calling out his name, hoping it would do some help but it did not.

"Come back down this instant!" Hooch ordered but suddenly Neville flew off, zooming off and hitting the wall at some force. He then flew straight up causing him to slide off his broom and onto some spikes which got caught up in his robe. He hung there for a moment before finally plummeting to the ground while students surrounded him, "Everyone out of the way!" Hooch ordered as she pushed through us to the boy,

"He doesn't look too good," I hushed watching the scene in front of me,

"Oh.. oh... oh dear. It's a broken wrist," Madam Hooch explained, "Come on now, up you get. Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing, understand? If i see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch," Madam Hooch instructed while guiding Neville away. Everyone turned to one another talking about what had happened to Neville and how much we felt sorry for him when suddenly Malfoy's snooty voice sounded,

"Did you see his face? Maybe is the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse," Draco chuckled while tossing the Rememberal up in the air,

"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry spoke, pushing his way through the crowd to face him,

"No. I think I'll put it somewhere for Longbottom to find...like on the roof," Malfoy spoke as he mounted his broom and flew up, "What's the matter, Potter? Bit, beyond your reach?" he called out. I could tell this rattled Harry. Harry let out a long sigh before also mounting hs broom,

"Harry no way! Besides you heard what Madam Hooch said. You don't even know how to fly!" Hermione exclaimed. But, of course, he didn't listen, mounted his broom and took off,

"For crying out loud, Harry!" I yelled, shaking my head,

"What an idiot," Hermione sighed. We all looked up to the scene above us, wondering what was going to happen next,

"Give it here, Malfoy or I'll knock you off your broom" Harry exclaimed, but Draco just threw in around in his hand,

"Is that so? Have it your way, then!" Draco yelled as he threw the Ball. Harry quickly flew past him at top speed. None of us thought he'd catch it in time before it hit the outside wall but much to our surprise, he did! We all began to cheer for up but suddenly stopped when a big gust of wind rocked Harry. This caused him to drop the ball, which hurtled towards the ground. Thinking quickly, I ran to where the ball would fall and not taking my eyes off it, caught it in my hands,

"Wow, Odessa! That was a great catch!" someone yelled. My all gushed about my catch before heading over to Harry to congratulate him on his flying. I squeezed my way back over to him, before handing him the ball,

"I believe you dropped something," I grinned which caused everyone to laugh. However, that soon stopped when we saw Professor McGonagall making her way over to us,

"Harry Potter and Odessa Black! Follow me" she spoke, to which we complied. We gave our brooms to Ron and Hermione before following our Transfiguration teacher through the hallways of our school,

"McGonagall must have seen what we did just now," I hushed,

"We're in deep trouble now, aren't we?" Harry replied to which I just nodded. We soon came to a stop outside a classroom, came to a stop waiting for McGonagall's next instruction, 

"Wait here," she ordered and we just nodded. As she opened the door, we could hear the unmistakable voice of Quirrell teaching his Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson,

"What's happening?" I panicked, but Harry just took my hand and patted it in reassurance. I knew we were in serious trouble. We waited for a moment until McGonagall reappeared, only this time with an older, fellow Gryffindor student,

"Potter, Black this is Oliver Wood," she introduced before turning back to Oliver, "Wood, I have found you a seeker and a chaser!"

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