"Now, put your hand over your broom and say UP not oop or ahp or any other variation, UP." Madam hooch was strolling around her 2 lines of assembled first years hands stuck mostly rigid over there brooms. She stopped and turned straight at two very different boys who were, unbeknownst to her, internally raging war at each other, plotting the other's slow painful demise... that sort of thing. "I expect you two to not ruin this lesson because of an accent, Okay?!" America nodded his head vigorously while Russia smiled at her in a disturbingly normal way. "Of course we won't, right Alfred?" America smirked confidently. "Yeah!"
"Okay now. Say it!" A chorus of 'UP' echoed around the field. Most people's brooms twitched, some people's started attacking their human and other's shot straight up into a waiting hand , Harry and England were those 'others'. America and Russia were in a slightly different situation, where others had moved slightly, attacked or shot up, their's had risen halfway then, as they were turning round so they could be gripped better they seemed to see the other one. America's one started attacking Russia (the person) and vice versa. Madam Hooch looked over to them and sighed. "Just... do something." America shrugged. "Eh, can't be that hard. OI, BROOM! STOP HITTING THE COMMIE BASTARD!" Madam Hooch had cast a silencing bubble around him and the broom at that point. A disapproving glance was spared for him but no words as the broom returned to him and started... nuzzling him? Russia's broom was still bristling at America but was gripped in a choke hold by the Tundra nation.
Madam Hooch sighed. "All right, now that that's over with we can carry on with the lesson. I'm going to count to three and when I've finished you lot are going to kick off from the ground. hard. OK? 1... 2- NEVILLE!" Neville, not wanting to be left behind, had kicked off prematurely. England winced, Russia's smile widened and America shook his head. "Look, Neville. Just calm down and GET THE HECK BACK DOWN HERE!" A frightened glance was all America received for his efforts as the boy's broom carried him ever higher. Just as the annoyed Professor was grabbing a broom to go up and help him his broom sped straight forwards. Russia smiled "Это действительно хорошее представление, да?" ". England whipped his head around glaring at Russia. "Don't say that! the poor lad's terrified enough without you enjoying this..."
Neville was panicking severely and nearly slipping off so it was really no surprise to the grounded audience when he got caught on a flagpole. It was however a surprise when America mounted his broom and flew straight up till he was level with the tower's peak. distantly he heard someone calling out to him but the words were indistinguishable to his high peak. mostly. A strong British accent rose above the others "OI! YOU STUPID YANKEE, YOU BETTER NOT HURT THE LAD, OKAY?!" America grinned down and gave a mock salute to England. He straightened out his broom, feeling a light breeze stroke Nantucket with the early October chill. glancing down at the boy he was planning to rescue he saw Neville's frightened eyes lock with his confident ones. A smirk crossed his face and he dive bombed the flag pole picking up the boy by the scruff of his robes on the way.
He lowered the broom to a landing point and dropped him safely on the ground walking back to his place in line, grinning all the way. England walked over to him and smacked his head. several times. "You idiot. that was dangerous you bloody twat!" Madam Hooch interrupted the growing argument with a barked out an order. "Hospital wing. now." America pouted. "But-!" "Now." America grumbled but left following Madam Hooch. Hermione sighed. "That Alfred, he's rather rude. don't you think so Arthur?" England blinked in slight surprise. "Well, I suppose so. Really he's quite nice sometimes though, you just... don't see it." Hermione huffed "Well- yes but that doesn't exactly give him a free pass!" shrugging England was about to reply but only a sharp gasp came from him as he looked at something over her shoulder.
the blonde aristocratic boy, Malfoy, had picked up something and was waving it over everyone's head. "Look, Neville's dropped something! his stupid rememberall!" all the Slytherin's cackled at this ridiculous comment even as Harry glared at their snobbish leader. "You should give that back! it's not yours!" Malfoy smirked. "How about I leave it somewhere for him to find then! how about... up a tree?" Harry glared more. "That's not right! give it back or... or I'll MAKE you!" Malfoy laughed at this. "why not? Not exactly gonna beat me now!" with that, Malfoy took off, soaring straight into the air pursued by harry. a little banter passed between the two which the groundborne people were unable to catch. Eventually it culminated in the Rememberall being tossed sky high with Harry chasing after it. after a neck in race between the small glass object and Harry, he caught it! England let out a small self satisfied smirk and Russia smiled. "You like it when you people win, da?" England just 'shhhed' Russia and smiled.
Harry was taken in by McGonnagall and England started cheering. "WOO!" Malfoy looked over at this and sneered. "Oh, so you don't like Gryffindor then? at least slytherin's are loyal!" Madam Hooch was still away with them in the infirmary so of course, the fight developed. "Well, Slytherin's aren't supposed to be loyal now are they? no, they're supposed to be cunning, AREN'T THEY!" Malfoy was a little surprised by that retort. "And?" England shrugged. "You know, actually use your 'TRAITS' that your supposed to have?!" Malfoy hissed. "Expelliarmus!" England deflected the amateur spell with ease. "Oh really? try this on for size!" A platform rose up from underneath them, pentagrams etched upon it. Malfoy fell backwards from the force. "Hey?! what do you think your doing-?!" England grinned and no-one seemed to notice as his hair became almost bleached white and his eyes changed to blue...
Okay! I think that's it, do you guys want to see other 2Ps? I might put a few in if enough people want that... sorry It's late, my school had the clever idea to invite me out to 3 GODDAMN AWARD EVENING'S IN ONE WEEK, and my mum decided to take me to the pictures at the end to celebrate. really annoying... thanks for reading.
BCoH signing out.