Charmolypi

Chapter 11

Gryffindors and Slytherins were standing in two rows facing each other, a broom next to each student. A short haired witch with glowing green eyes was seen walking.

"Good afternoon, class" she said walking forward, towards the class.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch."

"Good afternoon, Amanda. Good afternoon. Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomsticks. Come on now. Hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say 'up.'"

Everyone extended their arms and started chanting the word 'up' trying to get their brooms to shoot up. Harry and Thea called for their brooms and they immediately shot up to their hands. Hermione looked at the two, shocked and frustrated. The rest of the class tried to summon their brooms, some struggling, some doing it as easily as the Potters, and some not doing it at all.

Ron's broom jolted up, smacking him in the face, Harry laughed while Thea smirked, causing Ron to grumble. Once everyone's brooms were in their hands, Madam Hooch proceeded the lesson.

"They're naturals I'm so proud" James said, wiping fake tears away. People laughed at his antics, while Quidditch lovers were in awe at the natural skill the siblings had. 

Regulus, who is also a Quidditch lover and athlete, was mesmerized by the girl even more than he previously was. Rabastan, Rodolphus, Evan, and Barty all exchanged looks, smirking at how smitten their friend is. Evan nudged his friend, wiggling his eyebrows. Regulus huffs in response, looking away from his friends.

"Mate, you're really smitten!" Barty teased.

"But don't forget she's and first year and Potter's daughter." Rabastan reminded him.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it and grip it tight. You don't want to be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground hard. Keep your brooms steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly, and touch back down. On my whistle, 3,2..." Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Neville started to rise higher than he should have. "Mr. Longbottom?"

"Neville what are you doing?" Ron asked the panicked boy as his broom started to jolt slightly.

"M-m-mr. Long-Mr. Longbottom!" Madam Hooch panicked as well.

"Help! Help!" Neville pleaded as he starts flying off.

"Come back down this instant!"

"Don't you think he would if he knew how?" Thea asked exasperated, only to be ignored.

The Marauders cheered and whipped fake tears at the girl's sarcasm.

McGonagall was once again shaking her head in despair at the girl's behavior, knowing that it will be difficult to deal with her.

Neville, still flying away, thrashed around, hitting walls, flying all over the field until he headed for his classmates. Everyone dove away while Thea just sidestepped the zooming boy. Neville flew upwards until he got stuck on a statue, falling gradually. His robes got stuck on one of the statues, preventing him from falling to his death.

"Ow..." he moaned after hitting the ground. Everyone ran and surrounded the boy that was in pain. Thea kneeled by his side and helped him sit up slightly.

Alice and Frank were both on the edge of their seats, worried for their son.

"Everyone out of the way!" Madam Hooch said as she moved to the center where Neville was receiving aid from the Potter girl.