"Alright! Line up next to your broom and raise your right hand over it!" Rolanda Hooch was up in the air, eyes focused on the child of Neville Longbottom. She remembered the time she had taught his class how to fly. The poor boy broke his wrist and bruised his pride.
And now his son was here.
"Now call out loudly and clearly, UP!"
Echoing cries sounded as the First year Slytherin's and Gryffindor's followed her instructions. Her eyes quickly noted those who showed promise with flight. Rose Granger-Weasley, Scorpious Malfoy, and Longbottom's kid. She struggled to not show her surprise. Her eyes swung over to look at Albus Potter and she felt them kid didn't even have his broom in hand! The broom was wriggling around on the ground as he yelled at the thing. The poor Slytherin was turning red and when he stopped yelling Scorpius walked over to him. She didn't know what the two were talking about, her mind was already mourning ten galleons that she now owed Filius.
Just a short thing that popped in my head. It wouldn't leave so I had to type it up. *Shrugs* I knida wish that there was more but my brain is fighting me on this!
Written for the DC and Staff Room in HHC.