𝙀𝙐𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙄𝘼 ➣ 𝐷. 𝑀𝑎𝑙...

"𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗡, 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦," 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗖𝗛 greets as she waltzes between the two lines of students standing on either side of her, broomsticks in front of us. She stops on the other side of the lines, looking at each and every one of us as we greet her back. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broom. Come on now. Hurry up."

We all do as we're told so the woman continues. "Put your right hand over the broom, and say 'up'."

I lick my lips and look down at my broom. "Up." It makes it halfway before dropping back to the grass below. I try again and this time, I'm successful. I smirk and look up, meeting Weasley's eyes, who seems to be struggling to get his broom up. "Having trouble there, Weasley?"

"Mind your own business, Kane," the boy retorts. I don't add on to the conversation, and soon enough, everyone has managed to get their brooms up.

"Now," Madame Hooch begins, "once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it, and grip it tight." I carefully step over the broom. "You don't want to be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your brooms steady. Hover for a moment, and lean forward slightly, and touch back down. On my whistle, three, two."

The woman blows her whistle and immediately, a Gryffindork boy begins floating into the air, a terrified look on his face. I watch in amusement as he begins flying through he air uncontrollably. He hits the castle multiple times before flying toward us, spliting the group right in two as he flies past. His robe gets caught on the spear of a statue on the building. He hangs there for a moment, and then it rips and as he falls, he gets caught on something else before falling out of his robe completely.

Madame Hooch shouts for us to move out of the way as she rushes to the boy's side. The woman explains to us that she's going to take him to the hospital wing and that we are to keep our feet firmly on the ground or we'll be expelled. Bit of a harsh punishment if you ask me, but I'm not going to argue. I'd rather not be expelled after less than a week.

"Did you see his face?" Malfoy snickers. "Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he would remember to fall on his fat ass."

I snicker at his comment, Blaise beside me snickering as well. My eyes follow Potter as he takes a step toward the blond boy. "Give it here, Malfoy."

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." I roll my eyes as Malfoy climbs on his broom and flies into the air. My, God. Why don't boys know how to listen? "What about on the roof? What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

Potter grows angry and climbs onto his broom. Granger protests against it, but he doesn't listen and flies into the sky to meet Malfoy. It looks like they talk for a moment before Potter tries to take the rememberal. Malfoy dodges and throws it, hard. Potter proceeds to zip past the blond boy, just barely managing to catch the object before it hits a window. I purse my lips and hang back with Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle as the rest of the students run toward Potter, cheering him on.

All of a sudden, my eyes land on Professor McGonagall, causing me to smirk a little. The woman calls for Potter. "Harry Potter? Come with me."

"You have got to be kidding me? They made him a seeker?" I gape in bewilderment as I walk beside Eleanor back to the common room. Our last class just ended and supper isn't for another hour so Eleanor decided to head back to the dormitory for the time being. The girl beside me nods, her dark brown hair falling into her face.

"Yep. Which makes him the youngest seeker in a century. It's impressive, really," She explains with an honest look on her face. "But it's still annoying. Why is it that Gryffindor has been getting all the special treatment?"

I look at her confused. "Eleanor, it's only been two days since school started. I wouldn't call it special treatment just yet."

"Right, I forgot... Anyway, what do you think we'll be having for dinner? Maybe chicken wings again? Or something even more delicious?"

"It might be hard to beat those wings, because those were pretty good." My head turns to see Theodore walking on my right now. "Hello, girls."

"Hey, Theodore."

The boy cringes at the sound of his name leaving Eleanor's lips. "Please, just call me Theo."

The girl blushes slightly and apologizes to him. I quirk an eyebrow at her reaction. Why did she blush? What, does she already fancy Theo? I'm going to have time ask her when we get back to the dormitory.

Eleanor, Theo, and I make conversation on the way to the dormitories. And once Theo parts ways with the two of us, I sit Eleanor on my bed and look her dead in the eyes. "You fancy Theo, don't you?"

The girl's face immediately turns bright pink as she avoids meeting my eyes, causing a smirk to form on my lips. "I don't know what makes you think that, but I surely don't."

Before I can stop it, a laugh escapes my lips, making Eleanor's head snap to me, a smile on her face. "You literally just confirmed my suspicion, Eleanor. You're face is super red right now. You don't have to worry, I won't tell him." I lean in close and whisper to her. "Your secret's safe with me."

When I throw in a cheeky wink, the girl shoves me playfully, and we both laugh. Our fun is short-lived, however, when the door opens and Pansy and Daphne walk inside, their glares on us.

I clench my fists at my sides, just waiting for them to say something to one of us so I can pound them. Eleanor notices and grabs my wrist, whispering, "Don't pay them any mind, Lenora. They're just a bunch prats' anyway."

My jaw unclenches as I relax slightly, looking away from the two girls that just walked in. A minute passes by before Pansy and Daphne finally leave the room, meaning I can fully relax now. "I can't stand Parkinson. She's so annoying."

"You can say that again. I've even heard Draco Malfoy talking about her; apparently she's already latching herself to him. It's weird. We've only known each other for two days and she's already claimed Malfoy as her own."

I snort. "Wow, what a bummer for Malfoy. She's quite the handful, that one... Anyway, enough talk about those two; we need to continue our conversation about you and Theo."

Eleanor immediately puts her hand over my mouth and shakes her head. "No, we don't."

"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation. Or, the ability to make objects fly," Professor Flitwick explains to the lot of us. Charms class, my least favorite out of all of my classes, apart from maybe Herbology. I like nature and all, but I don't exactly have an affinity for plants and keeping them alive long enough for them to grow. "And you have your feathers. Now don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing. The swish and flick. Everyone."

"Swish and flick."

"Good. Oh, and annunciate; Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then."

I pick up my wand and point it at the feather. Clearing my throat a little, I speak the incantation. "Wingardium Leviosa."

Nothing. I purse my lips and try again. Still nothing. I let out a sigh and look around the room at the class. Not a single other person has gotten their feather to move, until I see Hermione Granger make her feather float effortlessly. My heart sinks to my stomach as Professor Flitwick cheers for the girl.

I near jump out of my skin when that damned Gryffindork boy makes his feather explode. I don't know how he does it. It's incredible that he's able to make literally anything explode. I couldn't even do that if I tried.

We're all instructed to try again, this time I'm victorious (after a few tries, of course). I look at Granger and give her a challenging look, and she narrows her eyes at me. Take that, Granger.

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