For Round 3 of Modwarts. I used option B – Write about someone helping another out in class, but they must be rivals. (Hufflepuff, Wand: Silver Lime, Unicorn Hair, 11½ inches, Full score PM, please)

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Regulus hesitantly made his way through the dungeon corridors, wearing pyjamas and his cloak, clutching his wand in front of him. He had hardly been at Hogwarts for two months, he didn't want to get in trouble this quickly. Yet here he was, sneaking out of the castle past curfew.

Finally making it out the castle doors, he ran towards the Quidditch pitch to meet Sirius. No matter how much he hated to admit it, Sirius was better at flying than Regulus. The latter hadn't gotten much time to fly, and now that he was at Hogwarts and Flying classes were starting in the next week, he knew that he'd have to swallow his pride.

Sirius had promised to teach him to fly once he came to Hogwarts. Sirius was already on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and as a second year was one of the youngest players.

Sirius was waiting on the outskirts of the pitch, his racing broom in one hand and an old school broom in the other. Regulus ran out to meet him, still unsure about breaking rules this early into his Hogwarts career.

'Sirius,' he said once they were together.

'Reg, I can't teach you everything now since it's so late already, but I will at least make it so you're not the worst at flying once you're in your lesson.' Sirius handed you the beaten-up school broom before mounting his own.

'Sirius, why do I have to ride this old thing? It's ancient!' Regulus exclaimed.

'You'll be flying on a school broom in Flying class, first years aren't allowed their own.'

'Can't I just use yours to practise?' Regulus begged.

Sirius laughed. 'No.'

'Fine. But are you at least going to help me out?'

'Mount your broom,' he commanded as he kicked off on his own.

Regulus did as Sirius told him, kicking off from the ground and rising up a couple feet, even with Sirius. Sirius corrected his brother's grip and nodded his approval.

'Okay, now go fly over to that tree over there, and come back,' Sirius instructed, zooming off to said tree and back in three seconds flat.

Regulus turned the broom unsteadily. Leaning flat against the handle like he'd seen Sirius do, he flew forward, the broom shuddering violently as he attempted to turn around at the tree.

After what seemed like ages compared to Sirius' quick flight, Regulus returned to Sirius' side, leaning down and slowly toppling off the broom.

'Not too shabby,' Sirius remarked, a ghost of a grin on his face at the poor performance from the school broomstick.

'Sirius, this broom's rubbish!'

'Yeah, it is.' Sirius allowed himself a chuckle at Regulus' disgusted expression. 'But that's what you'll have to put up with in Flying class.'

'Fine,' Regulus huffed. 'Thanks, Sirius,' he muttered reluctantly.

'Don't mention it, Reg. You're better than I expected.'

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