Flying Lessons

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Katrina's POV

"Typical," said Harry darkly as we sat eating breakfast at the Gryffindor table on Thursday.

"Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy." we had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else and neither of us liked the idea of having to share the experience with the Slytherines. While Malfoy and his cronies usually left me alone, I didn't like the way they treated my friends. Plus, Malfoy stared at me just as creepily as Professor Quirrell. What was with all the staring! I couldn't possibly be THAT fascinating!

"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," said Ron reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."  

"Yeah, Ron's right, Harry. Don't focus on Malfoy. We shouldn't let him ruin our good mood!" I said eating my way through a plate of scrambled eggs. I paused as I realized what I said.

"Wow, never thought the day would come when Ron would be right!"

"Heyyyy!" Ron looked disgruntled but I just smiled and offered him a bit of my eggs as an apology. He took it no questions asked. Lol, that doofus really loved his food.

"Kat, you're always in a good mood, but I suppose you're right," Harry said chuckling as he hugged me.

"Harry, Harry, Harry. Haven't you learned by now, I'm always right!" I said grinning widely.

We all looked up as owls soared into the hall. A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed us a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

"It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things - this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red - oh..." His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet,"You've forgotten something..."

Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy,who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand. Harry, Ron, and I jumped to our feet but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table. Damn, I really wanted an excuse to punch him in the face!

"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.

At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry and I, along with the other Gryffindors, hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for our first flying lesson.

The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. The teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived as we approached the brooms. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up." I glanced down at my broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles."Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!"'

"UP" everyone shouted. I had barely even thought the word "up" in my head before my brook had rocketed itself into my hand, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all. I Laughed as Ron's smacked him in the face. He glared at me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

Madam Hooch then showed us how to mount the brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting our grips. I giggled in delight when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years. The pompous git! He'd been boasting all week about how great he was at flying. It was nice to see his ego knocked down a few sizes.

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