Quiddich With Bruno

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When we had gotten all of the magical neighbors that we knew of, we went up to the hill. It looked like an ordinary hill, besides the fact that it had six huge hoops, three on each side. We have a little cupboard for extra brooms so that some of our no-maj born friends can play without spending a fortune. Rosie ran forward and snatched up her broom. "Rosie! What did I tell you about summoning your broom!" shouted Thalia. Rosie rolled her eyes. "I'm serious! You have to learn sometime!"Thalia insisted. Rosie shouted back, "I will learn when I'm eleven! Leave me alone!",as she soared through the sky.

I had just gotten onto my broom when an enormous furry brown shape butted my broom and rolled me off sideways. I would have been really scared if I didn't know exactly what that shape was. "Bruno, down!" I cried. My Saint Bernard, Bruno, looked up at me innocently. "You could have killed me!" I cried.  He looked up at me as if trying to say, "Oh please. You were only a few feet off of the ground."

By the afternoon, we were all tired out. Lilac, my best friend's head kept falling onto her shoulder. Everyone gathered under the Huckwolm tree. It was almost dinner time. Every day, we go under the shelter of the huge trees over by the Elm Trees. We all ate happily, but I couldn't help noticing that mother kept sneaking glances at me. It was as though she were taking a mental picture of me. Something to remember my innocent, pre-STEM self. I ate my steak, excited and fearful for things to come. 

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