Stanis cursed. He was only two inches too short to fit on her broom. It hovered there, vibrating expectantly.
"Go on, Snape, you can do it," the girl taunted. Stanis noticed, however, that she had hidden herself behind one of the large dustbins outside the abandoned school yard.
"Gimme and minute, Black. I've never done this before." Stanis tried to concentrate. All he had to do was reach out for the broom and jump on and away he'd go, just as he had watched her do for years. Father had never let him have a broom, especially now that he was too big to fit behind the boiler in the linen cupboard. Maybe Severino was scared that Stanis was just jump on his broom and fly away and never come back. Well, if Stanis could fly, Severino's hunch would have been spot on.
And as she began to sing the child's song "Gimme, gimme, never get…" Stanis grabbed the handle and tried to jump on. Unfortunately for him, the broomstick began to buck as soon as Stanis touched it. He ended up sideways, hanging on for dear life with both hand and the crook of his right knee while the broomstick attempted to buck him off. He looked like he was going a muggle 'Rodeo,' only he was on a broom and not a horse, and Narcissa Black laughed all the while.