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HARRY AND QUIDDITCH

Draco Malfoy was probably the most annoying person I've ever met, besides Merilla. We were lucky that we only had potions with Slytherin so we didn't have to put up with Malfoy's crack nonsense, That was until we caught sight of a notice pinned on the Gryffindor common room that made us all groan in annoyance. We had flying lessons on Thursday with the slytherin's. If you ask me, not all slytherin's are as bad as Malfoy. But his irritating attitude has been ruining the slytherin reputation. Then again their reputation has already gone down hill since the dark ages.

"Typical, Just want I wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broom stick in front of Malfoy."
Harry said grimly, Harry had told me that he's been looking forward to learning how to fly more than anything else.

"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself." I said patting his head.

"Yeah, I know he's going on about how good he is at Quidditch but I bet he's all talk."
Ron reassured. He looked at us and smiled slightly.

"thanks guys."
He said.

Malfoy was always boasting about how hes was an expert in quidditch. His stories always ended with him narrowly escaping muggle helicopters. It was certainly irksome, hearing him from across the room with his loud voice.
But of course, he was not the only one. Seamus Finnigan said how he spent most of his childhood zooming around the country side. Ron explained to anyone who'd listen about the time he nearly hit a hang glider with Charlie's old broom. I remember when Ron had an argument with Dean Thomas whom we shared our dormitory with about soccer. Ron didn't understand why it would be entertaining to play a game of ball where your not allowed to fly. I wasn't much of a sports person myself though I'll admit I'd quite enjoy a game of Quidditch.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum!" A kid by the name Seamus Finnigan chanted.

"What's Seamus going to do to that glass of water?" Harry asked Ron while I watched Seamus with amusement.

"Turn it to rum."
I answered for Ron.

"Heard he managed to make tea yesterday, before--" Ron was cut off by a large explosion making me snort. There was a roar of laughter at Seamus' failed attempt of making rum then there was a chorus of whistling owls.

"Ah, mails here."
Ron looked up in amazement.

A flock of owls fluttered their way in different directions dropping everyone their respective mail. Ron was dropped a piece of parchment assuming to be the daily news.

"Can I borrow this?"
Harry asked taking the roll of paper, Ron nodded.

"Hey look, Neville's got a remembrall!"
A kid pointed out.

"Gran knows I forget things-- this tells you if there's something you forgotten to do. Look, if you hold it tight like this and it it turns red-- Oh...." remembrall slowly turned scarlet red. Neville was desperately trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Malfoy snatched Neville's remembrall. McGonagall was quick and appeared out of nowhere.

"what's going on?"
She said suspiciously looking at each of us.

"Malfoy's got Neville's remembrall professor."
I said lazily with my hand on my cheek.
Malfoy frowned and dropped the remembrall back on the table.