Chapter 28: Feeling When You Fly
Flying was always something she looked forward to. She was in her natural element with the feeling of air rushing past her. Today, the students were sharing the quidditch pitch with some Hufflepuff upperclassmen. The flying instructor, Madam Hooch, had stated that the students needed "real experience" and wanted them to practice with an actual team. When she contacted the houses, Hufflepuff was the only one nice enough to share the field, so Harry found herself, and the other first years watching streaks of yellow flying in the sky.
"It must be so nice to be able to go that fast. Can you imagine? There must be infinite strategic possibilities when playing quidditch. A lot like chess I reckon." Cecil commented by her side.
Isabella snorted. "Hmmph, they are just flying on broomsticks chasing after the snitch. Nothing too impressive."
"Hey! Quidditch is a fun and an engaging sport. Something you obviously don't understand, being the daft girl you are."
"But this daft girl gets higher grades than you in everything." She retorted.
The two continued to bicker and Harry tuned them out. Madam Hooch shouted for the first years to start practicing and Harry mounted her broom. As everyone dispersed, Harry flew into the air, feeling exhilarated as she made her rounds. It was so relaxing that Harry closed her eyes momentarily, focusing on the feeling of sunlight on her skin. It was at this moment that she flew a tad too close to the team practice.
"Hey first-year! Look out!"