Flying lessons. The entire school was excited about it and suddenly the Slytherins were not as frightened of showing their excitement. After all, if Hyacinth was able to act as happy as she wanted, why couldn't they do the same?
Despite the excitement, flying lessons did not go well. Within moments of mounting the brooms, Neville a first-year Gryffindor took off flying and then crashed his broom. He had to be taken to the infirmary leaving them without a teacher to keep the students in line, never a good thing when dealing with eleven-year-olds.
While the teacher was gone Draco Malfoy found Nevilles remembrall. He instantly began making a fool of himself by making it clear he had no intention of returning the object to its rightful owner. "Draco please return that, it's not nice to take other peoples things," Hyacinth said looking up at him as he flew around. "Especially when they are injured."
He sneered, "Its just lardbottem, maybe if he remembered to give this a squeeze he would have remembered to fall on his fat ass..."
The Gryffindors looked back and forth between the argument. While Draco's actions were what was expected of a Slytherin, they did not expect one of the snakes to defend a lion. "Draco, it is not nice to call him names, he is quite a pleasant person once you talk to him. You are being very mean," Hyacinth said sweetly. Instinctively many of the Slytherins backed away from her. The Gryffindors thought it was so that they would not be associated with her. In truth, none wanted to figure out how she made two of the toughest Slytherins turn into jumpy students who did anything she asked without hesitation. Many remembered that Rosier had tear marks on his face when he finally crawled out of the closet as did Marcus when someone went in to see if he was alive. They were Slytherins, they may like Hyacinth but a part of them feared her as well.
Draco Malfoy, the spoiled boy did not know enough to fear her, however. He just sneered not liking the Potter girl. She was the golden child of Slytherin. Respected and well-liked. It was his place. He had full intention of showing everyone who deserved to be on top. "Its just lardbottem, Ill be sure to leave it somewhere he can find it. Like up a tree."
She looked up at him again, nothing in the way she looked changed. "Draco you are being quite mean. That would be a terribly rude thing to do."
"Do I look like I care," he said chucking it. She spun landing on her broom and she took off catching the ball. She did not hesitate in the motion despite having never been on the broom. She had caught it effortlessly before landing. Everyone had frozen watching her unable to believe the skill she had just shown.
Draco gulped slightly as she landed dusting off the remembrall. "I will return this to him later. You should not have thrown it, I believe you need to learn proper manners. Do onto others as you wish them to do onto you." she went to slip away before she was stopped by Snape.
"Follow me," he growled.
She smiled brightly up at him. "Sure thing professor. It is a beautiful day isn't it?"
He sneered at her but she just skipped along after him, not at all phased by his gruff exterior. Instead, she just chatted about the weather and anything that popped into her mind. "Flint I have you a seeker..."
Marcus froze looking at her as she grinned up at him, "Professor are you sure that's a good idea," the fifth-year asked worriedly. He couldn't imagine Hyacinth in a game of Quidditch.
"She caught a remembrall from fifty feet in the air and landed, She will be an improvement on our current seeker."
Marcus looked back at the barely paying attention first year, "No I mean...well shes rather small and quidditch is a very mean sport and she could...well get hurt."
Snape sneered looking at him, had one of his fifth-year students really just claimed quidditch was too mean for her? "I see so quidditch is mean now?"
Marcus nearly cursed since the first year seemed to have gotten into his head. "Well no one much likes the Slytherins, they will try extra hard to remove her from her broom and knock her about. People are always rougher on Slytherins and if she falls or is hit with a bludgeur she could be seriously injured"
"She will be fine" he sneered leaving her with him.
It was as if she did not really understand what was just decided as Hyacinth happily gave a little wave, "Hi Marcus. Whats a seeker?"
He was reminded of her being muggle raised making the matters even worse. How was he to protect her when she did not even know the position she was placed in. "Its a position in Quidditch."
She nodded still smiling as she looked up at him rocking on her heels, "Marcus whats quidditch?"
He struck himself with the palm of his hand, this would be harder then he thought. "I'll teach you all about it Saturday morning when we start practice."
She nodded skipping away. She stopped outside and got some flowers before going to the infirmary. "Hello Neville. How are you feeling."
He looked at her surprised having not expected a visitor least of all a Slytherin. He was left even more surprised as she laid the wildflowers and the remembrall beside him. "Flowers always cheer me up. Does your arm hurt terribly?"
He shook his head, "Its fine, she had Madame Pomphry healed it already, she said I can leave in an hour."
She nodded giving him an even brighter smile at that statement, one he couldn't help but return, "I got your remembrall for you, Draco will appologize tomorrow for trying to destroy it. Do you like the flowers?"
It took him a moment to clear his head and follow what she was saying. "Thanks for getting it for me, and for the flowers they are nice. I don't think Malfoy will apologize for it though but thanks anyway. I appreciate it, my gran would not be happy if I lost the remembrall."
"Its what friends do," she said cheerfully, "and Draco will realize he did wrong, don't you worry."
The next morning, an extremely pale and slightly shaky Draco Malfoy approached the Gryffindor table beside a skipping Hyacinth. "Mr. Longbottem, I would like to apologize for the inappropriate comments I made yesterday and for trying to break your remembrall, I hope you can accept my sincerest apologies.
He looked at the Slytherin shocked as did everyone else before he glanced to Hyacinth. How had she made him apologize? "I accept your apology," Neville said though he seemed slightly unsure. It seemed to be the correct answer since Hyacinth cheered hugging him.
"You too will be best friends in no time, I just know it."
She skipped away not noticing the looks of disagreement on both boys faces.