A/N:Special thanks to MrsEads who likes Remembralls
In Which Brass Attempts To Fly...With Disasterous Results
Why shouldn't he learn how to fly?
What was so bizarre about the fact that he, Jim Brass, wanted to soar through the air like an eagle?
He paused and mulled over that last thought. It was a little poetic for him, to be sure, but it was a legitimate question.
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The was no way he could control the broom.
Brass had managed to get Madam Hooch to guide him through the process of the art of flying. Seeing as Jim was a fully fledged Muggle there was no way that he would be able to command the broom on his own. Snape had remedied this by providing a potion that gave the illusion of magical abilities for Muggles and Squibs for half an hour(side effects included hallucinations, but these things can't be helped).
A large crowd had gathered to witness what many considered to be an exercise in futility.
It wasn't really the fact that Brass was a bad flyer, it had more to do with the disrepair of the school brooms. And possibly a hex or two by a Slytherin 7th year.
In anycase, the results were less than ideal.
The so-called exercise in futility was actually and exercise in pandemonium.
It mightn't have been so bad, had Brass been able to steer away from the group of students. The injury Brass sustained may have been lessened if his posterior hadn't made intimate friends with Neville's Remembrall.
Perhaps Brass was not an aviator, perhaps it would be best if he spent the rest of his life on terre ferma.
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Doc Robbins was quickly on the scene. With Brass yowling like a wounded animal and thrashing about in a manner most unbecoming a LVPD Detective, little could be done.
Al Robbins attempted to help his fallen comrade but Madam Pomphrey was on the ball. She levitated Brass onto an invisible stretcher and whisked the unfortunate detective off to the Hospital Wing. A mass of spectators followed.
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Madam Pomphrey had to resort to a sedative to keep Brass immobile. He was not a docile patient.
"You're gonna wanna keep off this for a bit."Fred Weasley noted cheerfully, as Madam Pomfrey finished bandaging his wounded backside.
Brass drooled helplessly onto the pillow.