8 people. Who were kids once. Who suffered the things that kids shouldn't even think of. One kid in particular, who suffered things you can't imagine in you tiny little mind. But you should know now.
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That afternoon, outside the castle, the students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, Madam Hooch, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes.]
Hooch: Good afternoon, class.m
"Good afternoon madam hooch" the marauders and the silver quarter said teasingly.
Class: Good afternoon, Madam Hooch. Hooch: Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. [to the class] Welcome to your first flying lesson. 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!
Class: Up!
[After Harry said "Up"!, the broom immediately flies into his hand.]
"Ohhh my son is a natural" james said dreamily.
Harry: [amazed] Wow. [Hermione stares at him as the class continues.]
Draco: Up! [broomstick flies up and Draco smugly grins.]
Hooch: With feeling!
Hermione: [as her broomstick slowly rises] Up. Up. Up. Up.
Ron: Up!! [His broom immediately shot up and whacked him on the nose] Ooh! [Harry laughs] Shut up, Harry. [Ron then seemingly starts to laugh after he recovered]
Everyone laughed at rons misfortune.
Hooch: 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. [the class mounts on their broomsticks] When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2...
[She blows the whistle. However, Neville's broomstick somehow lifts him off the ground. Neville immediately lifts off. He looks quite frightened.]
"Ow ow.." everyone trailed off.
Neville: Oh...
Hooch: Mr. Longbottom.
Girl: Neville, what are you doing?
Students: Neville...Neville...
Boy: We're not supposed to take off, yet.
Hooch: [Neville begins soaring away uncontrollably] M-M-Mr. Longbottom! Mr. Longbottom!
