The Firebolt
by
Ruby
Lilly was bored. It was the first day after Al had left from Hogwarts and she was bored. She was so used to doing things with her two older brothers that she didn't know what to do when it was just her. She would be at Hogwarts in a year. She sighed. Why did she have to be the youngest? She slipped out of her room ad went down stairs. She was staying at the Burrow currently. Usually at least one of her parents were home during the day for some reason or another but they were both swamped with work at this moment in time and so they brought her to the Burrow so she wouldn't be home alone.
When she got down stairs she saw Grandma Weasley reading at the table.
"Hello dear." She marked her page and closed her book. "How are we doing this morning?"
"I'm bored." Lily replied.
"Hmm, well let's see, you can help with some chores not that there needs to be much done, you could read. There are quite a few books in the sitting room that Hermione has bought us. There are brooms here in the old shed if you want to do some low level flying. You could-"
"Thanks Molly." Lily interrupted. "I think I'll go check out the brooms."
"Just remember don't fly to high dear."
"I won't" Lilly called out as she left.
Lily opened the old broom shed. The door nearly disintegrated in her hand as she opened it. She pulled out the fastest looking one noting that the handle said it was a Firebolt. She remembered her father telling her storied about things he did on this broom. He said it was fast. He said it was the best broom he ever owned. Looking at the broom she doubted all his claims about it. It looked ancient like someone from medieval time made it. She chuckled to herself, enjoying her own humor.
She wanted to play Quidditch when she was at school so she might as well practice. There wasn't any space in her London home to do so. She straddled the broom as kicked off. The broom wasn't bad. Albeit it was a little slow compared to the newer brooms she had had the chance to ride but she could tell this was a loyal one, one that would get you through game after game.
She started going through the basic maneuvering drill that her mother had thought her. Seeing as she had played for the Holly Head Harpies for a while and they got new brooms often she knew quite a lot about getting to know how a broom handles. While going through these drills she found that the Firbolt was ridiculously easy to handle. The new brooms she had ridden weren't as sensitive as this one. It might take away from the speed, she thought. She did a few more drill and started falling in love with this broom. Yeah it might not be fast but it was precise. It could stop on a pin head it if wanted to. With this broom she could so get on the house team.
She flew for the entire day getting to know the broom. She only stopped for lunch. It was getting later in the day though and she knew she would be picked up soon.
"You fly well" Her father was standing at the edge of the field. She landed swiftly and walked over to him.
"Can I keep it?" She held out the broom for him to see which one it was.
"Of course."