My Own Treachery

Chapter 10 | I'll Give You Detention

Now on the broom practice field, we had flying lessons, with Gryffindor. I took this time to notice the physical differences between the two houses. While Slytherin had mostly either very blond, or very dark brown and black hair students. While Gryffindor had, various hair colors. This wasn't entirely accurate, I knew that, but from what I was seeing, the majority of the two houses.

I was brought out of my observation thoughts, as the rest of the students were brought out of their conversations as the professor, Madam Hootch, she was an older woman, not as old as Professor McGonagall, but old enough where she had grey hair, that was cut short and spiked. Her eyes were a sharp yellow color, looking like a pair of hawk eyes. She had a pair of goggles sitting on her head and a whistle hanging from her neck, she wore a white button down collared shirt, with a black necktie, with the Hogwarts crest on it, of course she had a cloak on as well.

She walked swiftly between the two rows of students, and brooms, as she greeted us, "Good afternoon class" On que we all greeted her the same way. She greeted a few students towards the end of the line, students she likely knew. Putting on her brown leather gloves she turned on her heal gazing at each of us with her bright yellow eyes.

"Welcome to you first flying lesson" she waited, then continued, "Well what are you waiting for?" Placing her hands on her hips, "... everyone step up to the left side of your broom" We did as we were told, she rushed us, "Now stick your right hand over your broom and say up" she demonstrated what to do.

Looking down at my broom I observed the tan brown colored wood, while the other students around were all saying up; trying to get their brooms up into their hands, apparently Harry got his up on the first try, I could see that Malfoy, who was on my side, had his up shortly after. I didn't see the point of this class. Both Ava and I knew the basics of brooms, thanks to the lessons from our brother. I shut my eyes thinking of the first time either Ava and I got our brooms up. then smiled softly at the memory as it flashed in my mind.

"What's wrong Ravenclaw, can't get your broom up?" the annoying yapping sound of Pansy Parkinson called.

Looking up, I looked at her, she was on the opposite side of Crabbe and Goyle, her broom still sitting on the ground, I smiled at her, "Looks as if you can't yours up." I let out a breath of air as I put my hand over my broom, as I had done years before coming to this school, the broom then raised up into my hand, as if my hand and the stick were magnets, drawn towards each other. Pansy let out a defeated growling sound and went back to trying to get her broom up.

Finally, once everyone got their brooms, Madam Hooch showed us how to mount them. Though to be honest one would have to be an utter moron not to figure out how to mount the broom, no one would have to be a special form of a moron not to get it right on their first try.

Once we all were standing, with our brooms between our legs, Madam Hooch explained the obvious, that we had to kick off the ground hard.
"Now, keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly."

With ease, I did as told, though I didn't go straight back to the ground, as I was off the ground, the Neville boy was already high up in the sky, Was the broom tampered with a hex, charmed, or was it just a bad broom? I wondered, while the Slytherins all laughing, it seemed some of the Gryffindors were trying not to do the same. All the sudden Neville slipped off his broom, falling to the earth, he landed harshly on the ground.

Madam Hooch ran to him, looking him over, stopping at his wrist, whispering something about a broken wrist she turned to us, "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing!" She looked towards me, "Put them on the ground.. "I quickly landed myself, and dropped the broom, as she went on, "If anyone is is seen on their brooms, you'll be leaving Hogwarts quicker than you can say, 'quidditch'!" she then helped Neville up leading him off of the field.

Once gone, Draco began laughing once again. Some of the other Slytherins did the same, Draco then asked, still laughing, "Did you see his face? What a great lump" I looked at him from the corner of my eye, but before I could say a thing a Gryffindor spoke up.

The Gryffindor let out warning tone , "Shut up, Malfoy!" she warned him

Pansy then spoke up, "Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" the pug faced girl then let out a chuckle as she went on, "Never thought you'd fancy fat crybabies" I just rolled my eyes, hearing her yap, beats your pug face.