Hi everyone! Thank you for the reviews and such! Also, do not worry all of your questions about Matthew's history with Hogwarts and the wizarding world will be answered at some point! Everything that happens happens for a reason. Hint hint cough foreshadowing cough. Sorry this chapter was so short and late, I've been really busy
lately.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione explained to the North American brothers about their visit to Hagrid's hut that evening, so the five first years headed over to the small ramshackle hut. When they knocked on the door, Hagrid answered with a cheery smile, "'hello thar' 'arry!"
He ushered them all into his hut. There was a dog sitting in the corner, and Canada immediately ran over to him. The other four sat around the table, talking. Hagrid offered them some rock cakes and tea, which they all politely refused. All Canada really remembered was the others talking, and feeling cozy and warm. Slowly he drifted off stroking Fang, as Hagrid informed him of the dog's name. What he didn't remember was America lifting him up and carrying him back to the common room.
The days went by in a blur and soon it was the first years first quiditch lesson. The Gryffindors were taking the lessons with the Slytherins, and all the students thought it was a bad idea. As they stood beside their brooms you could almost feel the tension. Madam Hooch stood in the center of the field. "Okay, first extend your hands over the brooms and say up."
The students began to cal up, and it was obvious which students it came naturally to. Matthew, Alfred and Harry's brooms all immediately flew right into their hands. Eventually all the students were holding their broomsticks though, "Okay, mount your broomsticks." at Madam Hoch's command everyone mounted the school brooms, some with more hesitation than others. "Now, when I say go, kick off from the ground hard, rise a few feet, lean forwards slightly, then come back down. Go!"
Neville had kicked off from the ground just before the teacher said go, and in his nervousness, had kicked off too hard. Now he was rising uncontrollably into the sky. Canada realized the problem, and had kicked off and was rising as well, while everyone else was still on the ground watching the two. Suddenly Neville's broom jerked forwards and sent him flying towards the castle. Canada had ridden a broom before, and had been on a quiditch team as both a beater and a seeker. Canada rocketed after Neville, enjoying the feeling of the wind in his hair. Most people assumed he was a weak scaredy cat because of his quiet demeanor, however this was not true. He enjoyed fast paced dangerous sports immensely, and contrary to popular belief he was very good at them. So when he flew off to save Neville he only felt some mild excitement.
The out of control broom Neville was riding made a sharp turn heading back over to the quiditch field. Canada followed at a break neck pace, and reaching out managed to catch a hold of Neville's robes. Matthew used his surprising amount of strength to hoist Neville off the broom, onto his own broom as soon as he was safe, Neville's eyes rolled back into his head, and he went limp. Catching sight of the group of students, Canada headed over to them and deposited Neville's limp body on the ground. As soon as he touched down, he was flocked by Gryffindors congraduating him on the impressive save. Wanting to get away from all the attention, he excused himself and hurried back inside. sitting on his bead, he ran the mornings events over in his head. Smiling to himself, he thought, now maybe everyone will remember me. Suddenly he wished he hadn't immediately left the quiditch field and ran inside. They might all take it the wrong way and think he had been afraid and had ran away, but in reality he wasn't used to so much attention, and it had surprised him. Still, he had made an impression, hopefully, he was making progress towards his goal of being remembered.