-1Broom practice
"And now… up!"
As 27 pupils all screamed up at their defiant brooms, Harry's came easily. Jumping with excitement as the smooth maghony handle fitted perfectly into his palm. Madame Hooch acknowledged his secret achievement with a smile. And a whip…
What the heck is wrong with this place…?
"Nobody likea a know-it-all Mr Potter."
Harry was about to answer back when Rons "Soggy ends… soggy ends… soggy ends…" Echoed inside his head.
"Right, when I say, you will all mount your brooms and lean softly forwards, and…"
They all paused as an unfortunate boy called Neville Longbottom began to float higher and higher.
"Come down at once Longbottom!" Hooch shrieked. But Neville rose higher and higher, the broom jerking him about so violently he could well plummet down to earth awaiting a grisly, but oh so gossip worthy death.
"Heavens! I'll be sued! It's done for! I'm finished! WHY? WHY HAVE YOU FORESAKEN MEEEEE?" Madame Hooch shrieked, falling to her knees. Harry rolled his eyes and Neville gave one last scream andfell onto a protruding spike.
CEEEWWWWWHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRKKKKK….
Was the sudden squelching noise as it entered Neviiles head and came out the other side. Lovely.
"Oh my god! Oh MY GOD!" Hermione shrieked, nearly fainting dead away. As Neville shriked back,
"I'm oooookkkkk….!"
"But your BRAIN!"
"Oh yeah…those things. My nan says I don't deserve one until I tidy my room."