Jacks P.O.V.
Jack saw that blonde girl from earlier storm into the hall, looking angry. He sniggered. Snape had probably commented on her hair.
"Jack, whats the best way to throw a snowball at a Gryffindor and successfully anger them?" Astrid suddenly turned to look at him, an annoyed expression on her face. She was having a conversation with one of the older boys, Jim.
"Um... Charm it to constantly reform and follow them around." Jack snapped his fingers. Astrid nodded thoughtfully.
"That's better than even your 'oh so mighty opinion' Joe." Jim rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, facing his friends.
"Well then.... Wingardium leviosa!" Jack said under his breath and carefully flicked his wand under the table. Malfoy's plate levitated and flew out of reach. Eventually it smashed against the wall. Astrid laughed and punched him lightly in the shoulder.
"Who knew you were good at spells?" Jack shushed her. Being good with a wand didn't go great with the reputation he would build.
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Jack stood in front of the cleansweep seven, impatient to get started. This would take forever times infinity!
Finally Madame Hooch came out, wielding a nice broom.
"Alright! Put your hand over your broom and say, up!"
Jack put his hand out and had just begun to say Up- he had only opened his mouth- but the broom shot up without question. Jack smiled wickedly. This would be fun.
Madame Hooch spoke again now.
"When I blow my whistle on the count of three, hover for a few seconds, then touch the ground." Jack waited impatiently till the whistle finally blew. He straddled his broom and immediately rose higher than the other students happily. He gazed over the, and returned to the ground, jumping off at a 'safe' height. He was glared at anyway.
"Now. Carefully fly in a slow circle, and, mind you, don't hit anyone else." Jack rolled his eyes.
Her whistle blew again and Jack once again flew higher than everyone else and zipped around in a few fast circles before coming back down.
"Mister Frost, that was not a slow circle. Five points from Slytherin." Jack shrugged. Just five points.
The worst was yet to come.
