"Hey," Adrienne slid into the bench beside me.

"Hey Adry. How've you been?"

"You would know if you wrote me," she bit sharply on her food.

"Sorry, I was a little… detached this summer," I glared at Hermione and Ron, who shifted uncomfortably and looked away.

"I heard you made the quidditch team," she smiled mischievously.

"Yep! Me and Ron," I flashed him a friendly smile.

"So… do you think you could, er, teach me how to fly" she spoke in a low tone.

"I thought you learned in first year?"

"Shhh!" she looked around to make sure no one heard. "Please, Jenny?"

"Alright," I smiled, amused. I looked up at Harry, who looked bemused. I stuck my tongue out playfully, receiving a smile in return. I looked back to Adrienne who was watching me. "What?"

"Nothing," she went back to eating. Now I was the one who was confused.

After we ate I took Adrienne to the quidditch pitch.

"Say "up" while holding your hand out," I dropped the broom on the grass before her.

"Up," she held her hand over the broom. It rattled around stubbornly, refusing to rise. Her face grew determined and she repeated the word forcefully. The broom went still before shooting into her palm. She stumbled a bit from surprise, but grinned all the same. "I did it!"

"Yep, now all you have to do is fly it"

She gulped and stared at me in silence.

"Go on, mount your broom," I motioned towards the broom, a twinge of amusement tugging at my stomach. She snapped back to reality and fumbled onto it, gripping the neck tightly. "Now, give a little kick and lean forward a bit"

Adrienne pushed off of the ground and came straight back down. The broom hit before her, causing her to lose her balance and fall. I rushed to help her up, checking for injuries. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was only a few feet"

"Here, let me show you," I pulled out my broom and stepped over it. I leaned forward slightly and slowly glided through the air until I was hovering just ten feet above her. "See? Try it again"

She turned her head back down and tried again. Seeing me do it must have helped, because she had no problems getting up to my height.

"I'm doing it! I'm flying!" she grinned and turned to look at how high we were. Her smile faded.

"You're okay, we're only about fifteen feet up," I noticed her hands were holding the broomstick so tight that her knuckles were so white they were almost green. "Let's head back for today," I suggested with a small smile, "you did great"

"I can't"

"What do you mean? You want to fly more?"

She shook her head, "I can't! I can't go down"

"It's okay, just point your broomstick towards the ground. Very slightly until you get the feel"

She shook her head, terror in her eyes. She was afraid of heights.

"Okay, do you want to climb onto my broom?"

She nodded. I flew next to her and scooted forward. "Reach over with your arm, then your leg"

"Okay," she replied. I waited patiently, but she didn't move.

"Anytime"

"Sorry!" she didn't seem to be aware that she wasn't moving.

"It's alright. Just reach over with your right hand…" her fingers didn't move.

"I'm sorry! I can't move"

I exhaled, blowing stray hairs from my face. "Don't worry, we'll go down together. Just stay on your broom and I'll guide you down." I reached over and gripped her broom with my left hand, pushing the nose down in sync with mine. She refused to release her hands until she was kneeling on the grass with her broom.

"You're on the ground," I bent down to level with her. "Adrienne?"

"Thank you!" she strangled me in her embrace.

"You liked it?"

"It was terrifying! I'm never doing it again!" she grinned.

I grinned back, overjoyed that I could help. "We'd better get off the pitch, Keeper tryouts are about to begin"

We scrambled to our feet and went to sit on the sidelines. Adry handed hers to Ron on the way, wished him luck, then scurried over to me. I smiled at her, turning back when Angelina cleared her throat and began tryouts.

"Jenny, can you help me toss the quaffle at the hoops?" she called.

"Uh, sure!" I stood up, smiled at Adry, and pulled my broom out before flying up into the air. Not to be critical, but Ron was THE BEST one there. That wasn't a compliment. Hardly anyone could even control their broom enough to block my throws. I was elated, however, when Ron made the team.

"Thank you, Jenny!" he hugged me with a bright smile across his freckled face.

"Anytime, Ron" I smiled.

"Bennett," Malfoy spat.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I narrowed my eyes.

"I heard you made the Gryffindor team," he smirked, "just to distract the other team"

"What are you implying, Malfoy?" I sneered.

"Oh, feisty one, aren't you?" he snickered. I hissed at him in response, a stupid act that only egged him on.

"Jenny," Hermione called my name. I straightened my back and calmed myself before turning away and walking to Hermione. "What was that all about?" Hermione asked, glancing over my shoulder at Malfoy.

"Nothing"

"Harry, look at this!" I gasped, horrified at the printed letters on the paper before me. I held the Daily Prophet out so Hermione and Ron could see too, "it's Sturgis Podmore. He's going to Azkaban for six months for trying to break into the ministry!"

"How could they do this?" Harry's brow creased from frustration.

"I don't know…" Why would he try to break in? It doesn't make sense.

"Maybe he was lured there and they sacked him for being involved in the Order," Ron suggested.

"Shh! Ron!" Hermione hushed him, warning him about tossing words about carelessly.

After we ate, Ron, Harry, and I headed for quidditch practice. Lucky us, Malfoy was waiting to pester us.

"Well if it isn't Scarhead, Weaselbee, and Bennett"

"Aw, no nickname for me?" I fake pouted. Shockingly, Malfoy didn't respond. He just walked past me and kept going until he turned. Of course, he didn't forget to shove Harry out of his way. My eyes followed him skeptically, noticing he was approaching a blonde Slytherin girl. One I recognized.