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Wooh! Double digits! Please review, and happy reading!
*******AUTHOR OUT*******
Harry woke up late. He flew out of bed at five past eight and nearly killed himself falling down the stairs of the boys dorms.
"Bloody hell!" He yelped, nursing a jarred ankle and a lightly sprained wrist. Limping down to the great hall, he plonked himself down on the wooden bench and helped himself to some breakfast. He pulled his crumpled timetable out of his pocket.
"Double flying, charms, double transfigurarion, care of magical creatures." He read aloud. Not a bad line-up for a Tuesday. Then he remembered his detention.
"Oi Fred, George!" He shouted over the general din. "Can you show me the way to McGonagall's office tonight?"
"Why yes, my inexperienced little trouble maker!" Fred smiled. "Oh and don't expect her to go easy on us just because we're Gryffindors."
"Yeah, McGonagall can be pretty harsh when she wants to..." George added as an afterthought.
Madam Hooch was a stocky woman with tufty grey hair and yellow-grey eyes. She had a hawk like look and wore a quidditch referee's uniform.
"Good morning class!"
"Good morning Madam Hooch!" The class shouted in an monotone.
"Well then. Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say up."
"Up!" Harry instructed his broom. It flew up into his hand immediately. Hermione scowled at her broom as it wriggled around on the ground.
"Up." Said Ron, resulting in his broom flying upright and whacking him in the nose. Harry laughed as Ron gave a muffled 'oof'.
"Shut up Harry!" Ron laughed too, rubbing his sore nose. Draco Malfoy was eyeing Harry with a glare. Harry gave Malfoy a withering look and turned back to Madam Hooch's instructions.
"When I blow this whistle, I want you to rise about a foot of the ground before you gently lower back down. Three, two, one!" PEEEEP! Madam Hooch's whistle sounded. Malfoy and Harry were the only two students who did not even wobble as their broom levitated.
"Very good." She turned to Neville who was still around two feet off the ground. "Mr Longbottom!" Neville's broom began to buck and shake, flying higher and higher.
"Mr Longbottom!" Neville was swinging wildly out of control and hurtling towards the castle walls.
"Move out of the way!" Madam Hooch steered the class as Neville bounced off the walls and dived towards the body of students. The group parted, screaming as Neville careered into the wall.
CRACK! The broom smashed into the wall, cracking in two and throwing Neville high into the air.
"Everyone out of the way!" Madam Hooch strode over to Neville. She tried to help him stand, but Neville winced and cradled his wrist.
"Aha, a broken wrist," she tutted. "Come along with me then." She turned to the rest of the class who stood looking rather dazed. "If I see or hear of one single broom up in the air while I'm gone, the one riding it will be be out of this school before you can say quidditch."