When Harry returned from Hagrid’s alone, Andrea might have panicked a little. But only a little.
“Where’s Ron?” she demanded. Harry looked slightly affronted at her unusually sharp tone.
“He’s in the bathroom,” Harry replied. “Why?”
“Umm,” Andrea couldn’t explain that she was afraid that they would get eaten, so her eyes searched around the common room for something to conceal her mistake. “I was just wondering if he had—uh—er—any experience on a--broomstick.” She had finally caught sight of a poster advertising that Slytherins and Gryffindors would be learning to fly together.
“Typical,” Harry muttered darkly, forgetting all about her slip up. “Just what I wanted, to make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy.”
“You don’t know that you’ll make a fool of yourself,” Ron said reasonably as he returned. “anyway, I know Malfoy’s always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that’s all talk.”
“Yeah,” Harry said, slightly more sure of himself.
“Besides,” Andrea added, “You can’t be the only one who hasn’t been on a broomstick yet.”
“Yeah? Him and who else?” Ron quipped.
Andrea gave him a look that said ‘really?’ “All the muggle-borns, myself, and I’d bet you three Galleons Neville Longbottom has never been on a broom either.”
Ron nodded his agreement until . . . “Wait, you’ve never been on a broomstick?”
“Nope.”
“But-but- you’re a pureblood!” he sputtered.
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The Witch's Daughter: Book 1| The Sea of Stone
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