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Bianca's POV

It was time for our Flying Lessons. We were outside, and in front of us, were brooms. I stood beside Ron and Saffron.

"Good afternoon, class," Madam Hooch exclaimed.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch," we all greeted.

"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." We all obeyed."Stick your right hand over the broom and say 'Up!'," Madam Hooch instructed.

I followed her instructions."Up!"

The broom immediately flew up into my hands like before at the Burrow when I learned how to fly with the Weasley siblings.

I smiled. I looked over and see Harry had his broom in his hand as well. Ron, Saffron, and Hermione were struggling. Ron was able to do it back at Burrow.

I wonder what's up now with him...

"Up!" Ron shouted at his broom.

The broom crashed into his face. I couldn't help but laugh with Harry.

"Shut up, you guys," Ron retorted.

He did seem like a good flyer back at the Burrow though.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it, and grip it tight," Madame Hooch instructed."You don't want to be sliding off the end."

I climbed onto my broom.

"When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly, and touch back down. On my whistle...three, two-"

I noticed Neville floating.

"Mr. Longbottom..." She called. Students shouted at him to come back down, but Neville continued flying up."M-Mr. Longbottom!"

Since he was unable to control his broom, he began flying away."W-woah!" He screamed.

"Neville!" Everyone called."Get back down here, Neville!"

I-I...I needed to save him.

"I'll be right back," I told Saffron, getting myself into a comfortable stance.

"Where do you think you are going?" He asked, grabbing onto my arm.

"Up," I said, gesturing at Neville.

I kicked my feet off the ground and flew into the air.

"Miss Mist! You get down here!"

Neville was hanging off on a statue. His broom dropped down, but I caught the broom in time with my hands. I flew closer to Neville.

"Okay, Neville. I'm going to catch you, okay?" He nodded. However, his cloak was slowly being ripped from the statue.

The statue tore his cloak away, sending him feets down.

"Uh! AH!"

I shot my hands at the ground, creating a pile of snow underneath him. He landed onto the snow pile. He groaned.

"Everyone out of the way!" I heard Madam Hooch yell.

I flew down, jumping off from my broom. I watched her hoisting Neville up.

"Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing." She looked at me." Especially you, Miss Mist. 5 points from Gryffindor. I'll let Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall deal with you. If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, 'Quidditch'." She left.

"Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he would've remembered to fall on his fat arse," Malfoy said.

I stepped up in front of him."That's very mean of you, Malfoy."

He glared at me, probably thinking that I still couldn't control myself.

Harry stood beside me."Give it, Malfoy."

"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He mounted onto his broom."How about on the roof?" He kicked his feet off the ground, flying into the air. He smirked down at us."What's the matter? A bit beyond your reach?"

Oh, this git.

Harry got on his broom. Hermione marched up to him.

"Harry! No way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly!" He flew."What an idiot..."

I was about to hop onto my broom as well, but Hermione and Saffron stopped me.

"Bianca!" Hermione called after me."You're already in trouble. Why more!?"

"Exactly!" Saffron scolded, restraining me.

We watched Harry fly up, meeting with Malfoy."Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry exclaimed.

"Is that so?"

Harry aimed towards Malfoy, but Malfoy dodged him.

He smirked."Have it your way then." He tossed Neville's Remembrall away.

Git...

I stared at the Remembrall, analyzing the wind capacity and its volume. Even when Saffron had a grip on me, I created an ice slide. Everyone gasped at my actions.

"Harry! Get the ball!"

My ice slide went around and around, following the Remembrall's movement.

Saffron squeezed me."You had to do that..." He sighed, shaking his head.

We watched Harry zoom, circling around for Neville's Remembrall. He was getting near it. He outstretched his hands, reaching for it.

Come on...Ah! Why didn't I think of this before!

My ice slide halted, creating a wall to prevent the Remembrall from sliding down further.

The Remembrall collided against the wall, stopping. Harry grabbed it. He turned to me, smiling.

"Thank you," he mouthed.

I smiled, letting the ice fade away into the air. Harry finally landed on the ground, where everyone started running at Harry to congratulate him. Some surprisingly ran up to me.

"How'd you do that?! That was amazing!" They exclaimed.

"Harry Potter! Bianca!" I heard a familiar voice.

Oh no...

All of the students turned, seeing Professor McGonagall.

I was in so much trouble...

"Harry Potter. Bianca. Follow me."

Saffron shook his head in disapproval as I gave him my broom.

Professor McGonagall led Harry and me down the corridors, stopping by the classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

She turned to us."You two wait here," Professor McGonagall ordered. She peeked inside. I took a glimpse inside the classroom, seeing the familiar teacher in purple robes and a turban holding a reptile."Professor Quirrell, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment?"

He glanced at Harry and I, who were peeking inside.

My scar began to itch, but I held the itching in, not wanting to scratch it in front of them.

Professor Quirrell nodded."Well, yes, of course."

An older boy came out of the classroom, and Professor Quirrell resumed his lesson.

"Potter, Bianca, this is Oliver Wood," Professor McGonagall introduced to us. She turned to the boy, Oliver."Wood, I have found you a Seeker and possibly a Chaser!"

Our jaws dropped. We turned to each other.

Huh? Wait, this is a mistake! Why are we not getting punished?!

Oliver looked at both of us, smiling at his new team members of the Quidditch team.

"However, Bianca," Professor McGonagall spoke up."I need to speak to you, please."

Well...Nevermind about that.

Oliver Wood had gone back to his house. Harry had run back to Ron, Hermione, and Saffron. Professor McGonagall was leading me into her office.

"Professor McGonagall, I don't think I should be playing in Quidditch," I started."I m-mean... What if I use my powers on accident? I think you've gone the wrong person, Professor McGonagall!"

She gave me an assured smile."Don't worry, there won't be."

She pulled out a red box out from her desk drawers and handed it to me.

"Here, I got it last week when I found out you were starting Hogwarts. Open it."

I opened the red box, and two red gloves were present. I held them up.

"Gloves?"

I still didn't know what they were for.

"Put them on, Bianca."

I put the gloves on.

"They're a different kind of gloves you may think it is, Bianca. Try using your powers."

I nodded. I tried producing a snowman. However, the snow didn't appear. My eyes widened, looking up at Professor McGonagall.

"Wow! Thank you so much!" I hugged her, grateful that I have something that can prevent me from doing any harm or revealing my identity.

Well...I have exposed myself...But just something that could stop it.

She smiled."That'll help you for Quidditch."

I smiled."So...why am I not getting punished?"

And...I regret mentioning that.

"Yes, now..." She cleared her throat, and I knew what was coming."WHAT IN MERLIN ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE, USING YOUR POWERS?! You want everyone to find out who you are?! You are exposing yourself!" She scolded.

I cringed, accepting the scoldings.

"Professor McGonagall! I couldn't help it! Malfoy was bullying and reading the poor kid!" I gave an excuse.

She sighed, placing her hand on her forehead."I suggest you not to make any more ice or snow, understand?"

I nodded."I understand."

"Or there will be some consequences for it, Bianca. I might have to send you to Camp Half-Blood."

My eyes widened."No no no. I'm good, professor. I'll be a good girl!" She smiled.

"Now, I'm gonna have to give you detention for this, Bianca." I nodded, accepting my punishment.

I left her office and entered the Great Hall. People began to crowd around me, asking me questions about the ice slide and the snow pile.

"How'd you do that?" A boy from Hufflepuff ask.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" A girl from Ravenclaw pleaded.

I shrugged, pretending that I had amnesia."Um...I don't know what you're talking about... Sorry."

I felt someone pull me away from the people.

"Are you out of your mind!?" The person scolded, and I knew who it was. Saffron Clover."You shouldn't be creating snow or ice!"

"Yes...I know, Saffron! B-but...I couldn't help it!" I reasoned, trying to extinguish the stress I was receiving.

I huffed, trying to keep my cool. His eyes widened at me, realizing his mistake.

Do not ever anger the children of Khione.

He was silent."H-hey...Bianca," he called.

I sighed. I turned around, walking away. I looked down at my hands. The gloves were securing me. I was glad that these gloves were keeping my emotions from lashing out. I exited the Great Hall, stepping onto the stairs to go back to the common room. However, it began to move.

Ugh...why at this time?

The stairs stopped moving, connecting with another section of stairs. I stepped up, seeing a dark corridor in front of my eyes. I recognized this.

It was the 3rd-floor corridor.