Lysander tried not to blink. His parents grinned at him proudly. Lorcan learned how to do it a week ago.
Lysander tried not to break eye contact and bowed. Apollo peered at him, and bowed to.
"Congrats, Lys!" his mother cheered, applauding him. The seven year old carefully stroked Apollo's beak.
"Go ahead," Lysander's dad urged. "He's okay with you riding him."
Lysander climbed onto the hippogriff. He felt a bit scared. The creature was so big. When Apollo took off, the child held onto his feathers.
He felt amazing. His blonde hair rippled through the wind as Apollo soared, higher and higher. Lysander felt that he could be anything. It was even cooler than flying a broom.
He may have felt a little bit of fear when they reached the top and Apollo started going down, but Lysander felt great. He felt like a true Scamander. He could understand kneazles, he could play with Unicorns, and now he could ride Hippogriffs.
"I still did it first," Lorcan mumbled, walking back into the house. Lysander's dad patted him on the back.
"Great job, Lys," he said, smiling at his son.
"If you don't take me up with you next time, I'm putting Flobberworms in your food," his jealous little sister, Amelia said, following Lorcan back into the house.
Lysander laughed, shaking his head. "Jealous!" he called back after her, sticking his tongue out.