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CHAPTER NINE

Purple: Love
Pink: Embarrassed/ Flattered
Yellow: Happy
Orange: annoyed/frustrated
Red: angry/furious
Green: Envy/Jealousy
Y/H/C : calm/neutral
Blue: sad/distressed
Gray: confused
Dark red: scared/ terrified
White: mixed emotions

CHAPTER 9

"Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!"

The yard fills with the word "Up!"

Harry's broom, and mine immediately shoot up into our hands, didn't think he's ever flown a broom before, guess it just runs in his blood....

Draco followed shortly after. Soon everyone had their brooms in their hands and Madam Hooch asks us to mount ours and hover a few seconds. And I thought my hair couldn't glow any more yellow.

We all mounted our brooms, yet Neville tends to go a little higher than each of us, we all land yet he keeps floating!

"Mr. Longbottom..." Madam Hooch declares as Neville begins soaring away uncontrollably.

"M-M-Mr. Longbottom! Mr. Longbottom!"

Neville gets hooked onto man with a sharp spear, we all let out a breath thinking he's safe, yet, his robes start ripping and he falls, we all immediately run over and Madam Hooch shoves us out of the way.

"Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch."

After they leave I see Draco pick up Neville's remembrall. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse."

"That's not right Draco!" I yell at him. He makes a mocking face.

"Give it here Malfoy!" Harry says.
"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How 'bout up on the roof? What's a matter Potter? Cousin? Wee bit out of you reach."

I immediately mount my broom as does Harry, Hermione tries giving us a lecture but neither of us listen and we take off into the sky.

"Draco you know I can beat you, I'm way better at flying than you are."

"Hmm, no." He replies. Sad to think he's my cousin!"

"Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry yells at him. I mean get it Harry.🤨😧🤪

"Is that so? Have it your way then!"

Draco hurls the Remembrall into the air, like a baseball. Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a tower. Just as he is about to hit a window, he catches it!
I'm watching from quite a distance wanting to keep an eye on Draco.

"Y/n catch!" Harry exclaims.

Harry hurls the ball towards me as I do a 180 just in time to catch it. We soon reach the ground as we get applauded by the Gryffindors.

"Harry Potter? Y/n? Follow me please..."

McGonagall, Harry, and I arrive outside of Professor Quirrell's classroom. He is inside, teaching, holding an iguana.

"Professor Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?"

"Oh. Y-yes, of course." Once again I get bad vibes from this man.

A boy about 6'1 comes out of the classroom

"I believe, Wood, that I have found you a new seeker and chaser! "