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(Y/N)'S P.O.V.
We stand out in a grassy area, broomsticks laid out in front of us.
Our first flying lesson! I've always loved flying. I like to play Quidditch with the Weasleys over the summer. Of course, not actual Quidditch match, but we just like to mess around. I would love to join the team one day.
Our professor, Madam Hooch comes striding in, putting her gloves on. She has short, grey hair, and bright yellow eyes.
"Good afternoon, class." She says.
"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." We all day in unison.
"Welcome to your first flying lesson." She says with a smile. "Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on, now, hurry up."
We all take one step forward and next to our broom. Hermione looks at me nervously. Flying isn't exactly something you can learn from reading books. Though, Hermione says that she's tried.
"Now, stick your right hand over the broom, and say up."
"Up!" I say, along with many others. Nothing happens. Unlike the rest of the class, Harry's broom immediately flies up to his hand. Hermione looks past me and to him, a look of disbelief on her face.
"Up!" I say once again. This time, the broom shoots up to my hand, and I grab it, smiling proudly. Hermione then looks to me, the same expression on her face.
Next, Malfoy's broom flies to his hand, and he smiles smugly, as if Harry and I didn't do it first. Some brooms weakly lift off the ground and manage it's way up to the witch or wizard's hand. Other brooms just turn and wiggle on the ground.
"Up! Up. Up!" Hermione says, aggravated.
"Up!" Ron says. The broom flicks up, and the handle hit him in the face. He leans back, clutching his nose, and Harry and I laugh at him. Ron looks at us and smiles. "Shut up, you two."
"Now, once you've got a hold of your broom, I want you to mount it." Madam Hooch says. "Grip it tight! You don't want to be sliding off the end."
We all put one leg over the broom.
"When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and lean forward slightly, and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two..."
