A/N: I'm back! If anyone ever goes to Estes Park in Colorado, you have to take the ghost tour at the Stanley! I went with my parents and my mom had a paranormal experience (the back of her leg got brushed by a ghost pimp)! I was so jealous! Another thing: I am super duper nervous about taking my driving test in about over a month, so if anyone has advice that will keep me from freaking out, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you!

It had been a couple of weeks since Sirius Black "attacked" Ron and the two of us had grown a stronger bond since I was the one who comforted him at the time. I've also strengthen the relationships with all of my other friends, except for Draco, who decided to start ignoring me. Everyone wanted to teach me things that I couldn't possibly learn from reading the series (trust me, I tried), such as riding a broom. Oliver decided that he would let me sit in on a Quidditch practice to, hopefully, demonstrate how to correctly ride a broom.

"Alright! Twenty laps around the field!" Wood yelled, from his broomstick. All of the players mounted on their own and kicked off into the air. I guess you could say that I was awe of their every move. Even though they were only going around in circles, I could see the joy of flying though the air on their faces.

Oliver flew down to the ground and made his way over to me. "You wanna try?" I nodded as he handed me a broomstick. Immediately, I set it on the ground and held my hand above it like the many times I did at home with my Swifter mop.

"Up!" I imagined it going into my hand, but, instead, it whacked me in the head.

"Kristin! Are you all right?" the Gryffindor Quidditch captain asked me.

I rubbed my head. "Yeah. I don't think the broom likes me."

He laughed. "It's an advanced broom, you don't have to say 'up', you can just hold it, and then kick off."

"Okay." I picked it off the ground and stuck it between my legs. "How do you get up in the air?"

"If you push legs against the ground, it should work." I did so, but ended up falling on my face, with no sign of flight. I swear I could hear the broom snickering.

"Oliver, I really don't think that broom likes me," I said, as he helped me up.

"What happened?" I looked up to see that the team were finally finished with their laps and they were hovering over us.

"I trying to learn how to ride a broom, but this broomstick has something against me!" My mind filled with images of my silver Camry I had back home. "Charlotte, I miss you!" As I yelled my car's name, I heard a huge crash and something went zooming past my face.

"Kristin! Duck!" I heard Fred yell.

"Duck! Where?" I looked around to find the so-called duck, but I got hit in the arm with the fast object. "What the—" I grabbed it and saw that it was a silver broomstick with a purple name inscribed on it. I gasped when I saw it. "Charlotte? Is it really you?" I hugged the broom and immediately mounted and pushed off from the ground. My baby propelled me through the air and I found myself hovering next to everyone else.

"That was excellent! Although I have no idea what just happened," Wood said, with a proud look on his face.

"Back home, I had a car, named Charlotte, and I guess she came along for the ride, as a broomstick! How awesome is that?" Before anyone could respond, I looked over to see the Slytherin Quidditch team walk onto the field. When they saw me, they immediately started laughing, except for Draco, who's face was blank.

"I thought they had weight limits for broomsticks!" The largest guy said, who I assumed was Marcus Flint. My friends were about to fly over and give them a piece of their mind, but I held my hand up.

"I—" Before I could say anything, I started laughing, uncontrollably. "That was almost a better joke than the fat baby one, huh, Fred?" He looked at me with confused eyes, but his eyes lit up with recognition a moment later.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot we had a daughter." Every single person looked at him with wide eyes and it was silent for a while. Then, suddenly, Draco screamed and went running at Fred. I'm not sure what he was doing, since Fred was on a broom, but, somehow, he pulled him back to the ground and started swinging punches.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I steered Charlotte to the ground and quickly ran to the fight to try and break it up. As I grabbed Fred's arms and pulled him back, a Slytherin came and pulled back Draco. "What the heck?"

Draco looked at me and glared. "You two have children," he spat.

"For crying out loud, it was a fake baby! For one of my classes at my old school! Jeeze!"

"Cheese?" I heard another Slytherin say.

"Do not make me go over there and give you an RKO, because I will do it!" The Slytherins left once Draco gave me a smirk. "Well, that was epic." I turned to head towards the bleachers, but Fred grabbed my hand and leaned in close to my face.

"Next time, Kristin…please just let me beat him up." He grinned and I watched my crush fly into the air for the rest of his practice.