Chapter 7-Year 1
Recap: "So, we were thinking about doing our first prank of the year on him," They suggest and I shrug. "Whatever." "Hmm, someone's in a bad mood," They chorus and I roll my eyes. "I'm tired ok? Just shut up," I snap and they frown, before eating their food and ignoring me. I feel bad about snapping, but I honestly don't want to be reminded about pranks and school. I wanna relax until my next class. If I can.
Maia's POV
Ok, it's official, I love Hogwarts! Today we're having our first lying lesson. This is so cool! What other school teaches you how to fly on broomsticks?
"Ok class, now, hold your hand over your broom and say, up!" Madam Hooch instructs and I do so, the broom immediately flying into my hand. Harry manages to succeed, but Hermione isn't having as much luck. Her broom is just wiggling around on the ground. I look around to find a few people have managed to get ahold of their brooms, but most were still trying. My eyes land on Ron, who is practically yelling at his broom. I laugh as it flies up and hits him in the face. Poor Ron.
"Ok, now mount your brooms and hover for a minute, then come back down," She tells us, but before any of us can do so, Neville starts soaring up.
"Mr. Longbottom, come back down here this instant!" She yells and Neville looks around with a panicked expression.
"I can't!" He cries, before his broom starts zooming through the air. I gasp as his robes get caught on the pointy end of a statue, way up high. His robes slowly start to rip, before he comes tumbling down to the ground.
"Neville!" We all run over to him, and Madam Hooch pushes her way over.
"Ow ow ow ow," He whining and cradling his arm to his chest.
"Oh it's broken wrist," Madam Hooch murmurs, before helping him up and turning to us.
"I'm going to take him to the infirmary. If I find out any of you were on a broom, there will be consequences." She gives us one last look, before turning and walking away with Neville. Malfoy bends down and picks up something, holding it up. I recognize it as Neville's remembrall.
"Give it back Malfoy, that's not yours," I spit and he glares at me.
"Don't tell me what to do Potter," He sneers and Harry steps up beside me.
"Give it back," He says and Malfoy rolls his eyes.
"You want it? Come and get it," He smirks, before mounting his broom and flying high into the air.
"Harry, don't! You'll get in trouble!" Hermione hisses and Harry shakes his head, before flying up after him. I quickly grab my broom and mount it.
"Not you too Maia!" Hermione groans and I smile apologetically at her, before zipping up beside my brother. We chase Malfoy and I get close on his tail, knocking into him lightly. He glares at me and knocks me to the left, roughly, before tossing the Rememberall away from us. Harry speeds away and catches it in his hand, holding it up in the air as everyone cheers. We land and everyone surrounds us.
"Mr. and Miss Potter, come with me," Professor McGonagall says, and we follow after her, glaring at Malfoy who smirks at us.
"Sorry to interrupt Professor Quirrell, can I borrow Wood for a moment?" She asks as we enter the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom.
"Y-yes o-of c-c-course," He stutters and a tall boy with short brown hair walks out.
"Wood, I've just found you a new Seeker and Chaser," She grins and the boy looks at us. What?