Magus and the rest of his flying class were listening to Madam hooch's
instructions, and She was explaining them with great enthusiasm. They were
to kick off, and turn and return to the ground on three.
"ONE..."
Madam hooch had only just started counting when Neville went streaking off into the wild blue yonder. He climbed, higher, higher, higher.... until he slipped off. He was falling into a quarry of rocks from 500 feet. Magus kicked off and flew straight towards Neville. He caught him a few feet above the quarry, and they both crash-landed in a heap.
Neville got up. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Magus!" He squeaked.
"No..problem..." Magus said, in considerable pain from his broken rib.
"You hurt?"
"YES."
Madam hooch came running over. "That was incredible flying, however it was against school rules. I will escort you to the hospital wing and as you are recuperating, I will speak to Professor
Dumbledore about your punishment."
Magus groaned as he lifted himself out of the quarry. "I'm fine." He said.
"I have to disagree."
Magus stood, and collapsed as another rib broke.
"I'm taking you to the hospital wing." Said Madam Hooch, and she summoned a stretcher for him.
Magus groaned loudly.
Madam Hooch, upon entering the hospital wing, went to see Dumbledore after explaining to Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey lay Magus down on a bed and gave him a syrup that tasted like a Christmas pudding, so Magus nearly coughed it up.
After 10 minutes he was fully healed, and Dumbledore came into the room, looking grave.
"Hi...um...Should I call you professor on school grounds?" Magus said.
"You may call me whatever you wish." Said Dumbledore.
"I think I'll call you professor, thanks."
"Magus, you have done something that is terribly against the rules."
"Yes, but Neville..."
"Though it was valiant, it was against school rules. However, because of your bravery, we will let you stay."
"Thanks, umm.. Professor."
"You will, however, have a duty to fulfill."
"What's that?"
"You will be helping Lee Jordan with the Quidditch commentary when the season comes around."
"That's in a month."
"Precisely."
"Well, I suppose it's tough but fair." Magus said, smirking.
"I agree." Dumbledore said, winking.
"You will meet Lee tomorrow night. In the stands at the Quidditch pitch." He continued. "7o'clock
sharp."
Magus smiled.
"Off you go, class is still in session!" Dumbledore said.
"ONE..."
Madam hooch had only just started counting when Neville went streaking off into the wild blue yonder. He climbed, higher, higher, higher.... until he slipped off. He was falling into a quarry of rocks from 500 feet. Magus kicked off and flew straight towards Neville. He caught him a few feet above the quarry, and they both crash-landed in a heap.
Neville got up. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Magus!" He squeaked.
"No..problem..." Magus said, in considerable pain from his broken rib.
"You hurt?"
"YES."
Madam hooch came running over. "That was incredible flying, however it was against school rules. I will escort you to the hospital wing and as you are recuperating, I will speak to Professor
Dumbledore about your punishment."
Magus groaned as he lifted himself out of the quarry. "I'm fine." He said.
"I have to disagree."
Magus stood, and collapsed as another rib broke.
"I'm taking you to the hospital wing." Said Madam Hooch, and she summoned a stretcher for him.
Magus groaned loudly.
Madam Hooch, upon entering the hospital wing, went to see Dumbledore after explaining to Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey lay Magus down on a bed and gave him a syrup that tasted like a Christmas pudding, so Magus nearly coughed it up.
After 10 minutes he was fully healed, and Dumbledore came into the room, looking grave.
"Hi...um...Should I call you professor on school grounds?" Magus said.
"You may call me whatever you wish." Said Dumbledore.
"I think I'll call you professor, thanks."
"Magus, you have done something that is terribly against the rules."
"Yes, but Neville..."
"Though it was valiant, it was against school rules. However, because of your bravery, we will let you stay."
"Thanks, umm.. Professor."
"You will, however, have a duty to fulfill."
"What's that?"
"You will be helping Lee Jordan with the Quidditch commentary when the season comes around."
"That's in a month."
"Precisely."
"Well, I suppose it's tough but fair." Magus said, smirking.
"I agree." Dumbledore said, winking.
"You will meet Lee tomorrow night. In the stands at the Quidditch pitch." He continued. "7o'clock
sharp."
Magus smiled.
"Off you go, class is still in session!" Dumbledore said.