A/N: Written for the Setting Boot Camp for setting: the Quidditch Pitch and prompt: 044 – I would do it for you.
The Quidditch Pitch
Drabble 6: Albus' First Flying Lesson
Rosie was bouncing up and down beside him, and Albus couldn't understand why.
'Isn't it great,' she trilled. 'Finally, our first flying lesson. I can't believe Mum wouldn't let us try out Aunt Ginny's racing broom – not that the school brooms are in its league; the handle –'
Without pausing for breath, she rattled out a multitude of facts that would take Albus weeks of diligence to memorise but his cousin, with her photographic memory, recalled with ease. Not that he wanted those facts either; sure, his mother had been a professional Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies and his father the best Seeker Hogwarts had ever seen (and might have gone into professional play as well if he hadn't chosen to be an Auror instead), but that didn't mean he had to enjoy flying. He rather thought he had managed to inherit his grandmother's head for heights along with her eyes.
Not that he could convince Rosie, excited now that she was about to get on a proper broom – as her mother had been very stringent with the rules and wouldn't allow the kids on brooms that went more than five feet above ground until they had their flying lessons at Hogwarts – for the first time.
'Promise you and I can go flying later when Dad sends me a broom?'
Albus could have said no. He should have said no, but Rosie's appeals always managed to win him over, so all he could reply was an: 'All right Rosie.'
She beamed and kissed him on the cheek, much to the sniggering of the other Gryffindors. The red-head flicked her hair in their direction. Though Albus found himself regretting his promise when the class started and he was heading on to his woebegone broom for dear life.
At least Rosie was sympathetic to his fear of heights and stayed close to the ground with him as they looped around the pitch afterwards.