saint potter- h.p

1.5

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super cool twisty turny flying tricks
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It was the first flying lesson of the year. First years were not allowed their own brooms or to be on the quidditch team. But that didn't bother (y/n), she had always been quite rubbish at flying and quidditch anyways.

Much like many of their other classes, the Gryffindors had flying with Slytherin. Which further discouraged (y/n) from flying as Draco liked to mock her at how shit she was at it. He thought he was all that, just wait until someone shows him up, that'll knock him off his high horse.

"Good afternoon class."

"Good afternoon Madam Hooch." The eager class chanted after her.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson, everyone step up to the left side of their broom."

In the midst of the chaos in the group of excited first years, (y/n) finds herself inbetween Harry and Ron.
"Stick your right hand over the broom, and say up."

Hesitantly she stuck out her right hand and said a small 'up' the broom lifts up a bit before falling back to the ground. Harry on the other hand gets it right away beaming at his unexpected talent, Draco following not long after.

"With feeling."
Again with more confidence and energy upon seeing both Harry and Draco do it so easily she stuck out her right hand.
"UP!" The broom flew straight into her hand.

"Good job (y/n)." Harry smiled at her, almost as if she wasn't plain out rude and hurtful to him a few days ago. How can someone be so kind and friendly even after being shunned away?

Muttering a quick thank you she turned to focus her attention on Ron and Hermione, both of which weren't doing the best.

"Up up up uP!" Ron continued frustrated before the broom came up at smacked him straight in the face.

Harry and (y/n) both laughed softly while Ron sent them a glare, followed by an annoyed "shut up Harry."

"Now once you've got hold of your broom I want you to mount it, and grip it tight." Listening intently (y/n) gulped at Madam Hooch's words as she mounted her broom. She was grateful that she had asked Draco for a few flying lessons over the summer (no matter how embarrassing they had been) otherwise she probably might've up and flew and crashed into the Black Lake.

"When I blow my whistle I want each of you to kick off from your brooms hard, keep your brooms steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down."
"On my whistle, 3.. 2.. 1..."

Before any of them could kick off the ground, a Gryffindor boy, Neville Longbottom started ascending into the air, unable to control his broom.

Madam Hooch and several other students started yelling at him as he ascended higher and higher up. His broom started twisting and turning as he hit one of the towers of the school, breaking off bits of it in the process.
He dived back down, going through the crowd that had started to form and back up into a statue before getting suspended into the air, the only thing holding him up being the cape of his robe by the sharp sword of the statue.

Slowly the material starts ripping and he falls down onto the courtyard with a loud thud.

"That outta hurt." Draco chuckled, suddenly beside (y/n).
She just smiled along with him watching as Madam Hooch ran through the crowd that formed around Longbottom.

Spotting a circular item close to where Neville had fell. She nudged Draco and picked it up.
"Its a rememberall." He informed her, "Its Longbottoms."

Madam Hooch picked Neville up gingerly,
"Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing, If I see a single broom in the air the one riding it will be out of Hogwarts before they can say quidditch."