Author's Note: I've gotten some pretty positive reviews on my updated chapter. Yay! Thank you all for the reviews. Hopefully, I'll keep updating at a regular basis. Especially since we have a little more than a week of vacation, I'll be able to update more. J Thank god for school vacations, huh? Lol. Enjoy the chapter. One last thing… Yay for kicking annoying guys in the gonads!
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy and all original characters and such are owned by J.K. Rowling.
From Night to Day, From Black to Grey
Chapter Four: Flight and Fun
Finally, an outdoor class where you can actually move around. And not just your hand, Raivan thought to herself, while the four, along with the rest of the first year Slytherins and Gryffindors, walked out to the front courtyard to meet Madame Hooch for their first flying lesson. As they approached the field, Madame Hooch stood waiting, brooms lying in two columns on the grass in front of her.
"Welcome everyone, to your first flying lesson. This will go quickly, so keep up. Now, everyone, approach your broom. Stick your right hand out in front of you, and say 'Up'," She stood demonstrating what they were to do. Everyone attempted to get their broom to rise, but few did it the first time. Draco and Harry were both in the few who got theirs up first. Raivan got hers up after saying 'up' three times.
"With feel," Madame Hooch said, and still some couldn't accomplish the task. The red-haired boy, who she had just earlier learned was named Ronald, got hit it the face with his broom.
Soon everyone had a broom successfully floating by them, securely in hand.
"Now, I want you to mount your broom," everyone responded, "Kick off, hard, float for a few moments, then come back down. Do you all understand? On my whistle…" but before she could blow it, Neville Longbottom had started to go up.
"Wha? What's going on? Get me down!" Neville cried as his broom went higher and higher into the air. His broom started bucking, obviously not liking him at all, and crashing into castle walls. Then in one dramatic dive, the broom swooped to the ground and turned up just in the nick of time to be only a foot above the ground, headed straight for the others at full force. Madame Hooch pulled out her wand, but ended up scattering with the students, avoiding getting hurt. The broom zipped up another castle wall and passed through a statue's crossed swords, leaving Neville behind.
Neville cried out in overwhelming fear as he fell from the statue, only to be caught on a torch about twenty feet from the ground. Again he fell, but landed safely, for the most part. The students all crowded around the fallen boy as Madame Hooch pushed her way through to get to him.
"It's only a broken arm. I'll walk you to the Hospital Wing," she said, helping Neville up. "If I see any of you off the ground, you'll be out of here faster than you can say 'Quiddich'."
As the students turned, following the direction of Madame Hooch and Neville with their eyes, Raivan noticed a tiny glass ball with a golden ring around it rolling around on the grass.
"What's that?" she asked Draco, pointing it out.
"A Rememberall," he replied with a smirk, picking it up, "Maybe if he had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass," he said slyly. The kids in Slytherin laughed.
"Give it here Malfoy!" Harry demanded, pushing his way through the crowd. Some kids "oo"ed.
"No, why should I? I think I'll put it somewhere else, like in the Forbidden Forest. Come and get it if you want though," he got on his broom and soared into the air, "unless you're scared."
Harry mounted his broom, but Hermione stopped him, "You heard what Madame Hooch said, you'll be expelled Harry," but Harry didn't listen to her, and followed Draco to the sky. "What an idiot," she remarked. "Both of them," Raivan said to her with a smile.
"A Slytherin?" Hermione said in astoundment.
"Yeah, so? Can't I talk to anyone I want? Or is it against the rules to talk to anyone not in your House?"
"No, it isn't, I'm just surprised. Most Slytherins wouldn't talk to a Gryffindor, or say anything even remotely bad about anyone in their own House," she said, sounding most factual.
"Well I'm not most Slytherins, now am I?" Raivan questioned.
Up in the air, Draco and Harry were matching each other in talent. Draco said something, inaudible to those down below, and threw the Rememberall, a smirk on his face. Harry quickly turned around and zipped after it. Draco returned to the ground, to meet a stupidly happy Crab and Goyle, congratulatory Slytherins, but no sign of Raivan. He looked past the others to see her, talking to Hermione, the know-it-all Gryffindor. He sneered.
Finally Harry returned to the ground, the Rememberall in hand, only to meet the other Gryffindors cheering him on. He held the Rememberall triumphantly, a large smile on his face. Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall was approaching, at a rather quick pace.
"Harry Potter, come with me," she said and swiftly turned around, Harry following, leaving the others baffled.
"Probably got caught on the broom. He did go rather close to the castle. I'm not that careless though," Draco bragged. Raivan approached his side. "Don't you think so?" he asked with a devilish look. Raivan smiled at his attempt to be "all-mighty". "No one's perfect," she said looking back and starting to walk off at the same time.
He had a bewildered look on his face as she left, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Lunchtime approached and Raivan hadn't been seen since the Flying Lesson.
She's probably just in her room, that's all, Draco thought to himself. Why do I care anyway? He was down in the Common Room, in a chair lecturing Crabb and Goyle on who is the better race, wizards or muggles and being completely bias about it. He knew nothing of muggles, but Crabb and Goyle were too stupid not to believe him, and he was in a bragging mood.
"And that's why we're better," Draco finished proudly. Crabb and Goyle gave stupid smiles in agreement.
"Except for the fact that a: you know nothing of muggles, and b: they have better means of communication," Raivan said, coming down the stairs. She had just heard the endof Draco's speech.
"Says who?" Draco sneered.
"Me. I actually live around and have muggle friends," she remarked with a grin, "and communication wise, they are far advanced."
"How so?"
"Well, let's see," she started, plopping herself next to Draco on the chair's arm, "they use computers and can talk to each other and see the response in a second. We, use owls," she looked down at him smiling slyly.
"What's a 'computer'?" He responded confused. Raivan sighed.
"Basically, it's a machine that allows tons of information to be stored, sent, and stuff like that. It's hard to explain. If I could bring one here I'd show you, but that'd be pointless because there are no outlets," she sat and thought for a moment, using Draco's head as an arm rest, just to play with him. She could tell he was getting angrier by the second.
"Oh wait, I know!" Raivan exclaimed jumping off the chair and running back up to her room. In her rush she messed up Draco's "perfect" hair, making him only angrier, but he slicked it back to normal and was fine.
Running back down the stairs Raivan jumped and sat back on the arm of the chair, attracting much attention from the other Slytherin's as she ran.
"This, my technologically deprived, slicked hair little friend," Raivan started, Draco grunted, "is a Palm Pilot. It's like a mini-computer. I'll show you how to instant message."
"Instant message?" he asked amused.
"It's like sending a message with an owl, but at the speed of light, and receiving one the next minute. Look, my one of my friends is on. I'll instant message them."
LunarWolf Hey! I miss you guys so much!
DancinMonkey Raivan! You're on! We all miss you too!
Lunar Wolf: Whatchya doin?
DancinMonkey nm. Bored here. How is school in London? And how are you IMing me?
LunarWolf Palm Pilot. And it's good. g2g though, srry. Lunch time. :P ttyl
DancinMonkey ttyl bye
"See?" Draco was staring at the screen, jaw dropped, wide eyed and with a big smile on his face. Finally he snapped out of it.
"It's okay. But you told them you were at Hogwarts?!"
"No. Of course not. I told them I was at a private school in London. Which I am. So technically I didn't lie," she stuck her tongue out at Draco who blushed and pouted.
As they walked to the Hall for Lunch, several members from other houses approached them, chatted with Raivan and then continued on their way. Draco was baffled by her behavior, not knowing how she could talk to anyone but Slytherins. Everyone else in his eyes were lowly and undeserving to be at Hogwarts. Right before they entered thei destination, Hermione approached them. Her and Raivan exchanged hugs, having made quick friends over the short time they had talked. Draco was in complete awe, and walked right by the two, Crabbe and Goyle following after.
"Guys. I'll never understand them," Raivan remarked to Hermione.
"Slytherin guys is what I'll never understand." The two laughed at the small joke. As they entered though, they went to opposite sides of the room, sitting at their respective tables, eating with the members of their House.
"I don't know why you talk to her," Draco sneered.
"I don't know why you don't talk to her, or anyone else that's not in Slytherin for that matter. It's not like they'll poison you or will shoot you with laser vision or anything…"
"Laser vision? Who said anything abut laser vision?"
"Nevermind. You really are quite naïve at times, you do know that, don't you?" she said turning to him. He was in the middle of chewing, and had a funny look on his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he responded, mouth full of food, head held high. Raivan giggled to herself. Sometimes she wondered what in god's name went on in that head of Draco's.
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Lunchtime passed and they had an hour of free time.
"Finally! Time to really fly," Raivan said aloud to herself. The rest of the girls in her room were off somewhere, spreading rumors, some likely about her, and doing general girl stuff. Digging through her stuff, throwing practically everything onto her bed, Raivan finally found her broom, The Ultraviolet 2000. An American broom, the fastest one made, it was made of mahogany wood and had dark, dark brown bristles. It was only slightly slower than The Nimbus 2000, but only some broom-obsessed freak would be able to tell.
Taking out Silver, her and her dragon companion walked out of Hogwarts and onto one of the grassy open courtyards among it to have a fly. Cinnamon was in the Owlery, sleeping along with the other owls.
"C'mon Silver, I'll race ya." The dragon snorted some flames and smirked as Raivan mounted her broom. "One… Two… Three… Go!"
Off they went. The two of them were flying around the castle, dipping under archways, flying over statues, and zipping around in the sky. Even for as small as Sliver was, he kept close behind. Raivan was easy to see up in the sky, and many stopped to look. Her broom left a violet streak in the sky from where the end of the broom was, to five feet back. Hence the name of the broom.
Raivan remained in the air for a good thirty minutes before she decided to come down from her fun. Silver was tuckered out and he napped in the cradle of her arms as she walked back to her room. A few people came up to her and complimented her on her flying, but she just smiled and went on her way.
"My dad taught me a bit on how to fly for the past year. He said I was real good at it," was all she really said, "He bought me this broom just before I left, it's awesome. Really fast too."
Next Chapter:
Chapter Five: Discoveries