Chapter 7
"The fuck was that?" Kyle jogged up to Stan after breakfast, tugging on the back of his robe to slow him down. "Butters got a verbal beating"
"Those are called Howlers" Stan leaned his head towards Kyle. "Brutal. Every students worst nightmarez because you get a telling off, and school wide humiliation."
"Lucky my parents don't know they exist" Kyle rubbed the back of his head
"I mean, no kidding dude" Stan laughed "Anyway, what do you have next?"
"Flying"
"Same man!" Stan clapped Kyle on the shoulder "I used to play on brooms with my cousins all the time, so I'm basically a professional"
"Sure you are" Kyle rolled his eyes as Stan guided him to the field, where two long lines of brooms were layed out across the grass. Students were beginning to gather around them, looking towards the professor in charge. Kyle recognised a few faces, Craig was there with a red haired girl by his side, Tweek, Scott, as well as Cartman, who he was less than pleased to see. The professor was in the middle of talking as he and Stan approached.
"...with practice. If you are good enough, you could also try out for the quidditch team. Selecting first year students is rare, but not impossible. So then. Everyone go and stand next to a broomstick!"
Kyle and Stan stood by neighbouring broomsticks, Cartman was on his other side with Wendy in front of him. Craig was stood opposite him, and Tweek in front of Stan. Tweek and Craig were stood directly next to eachother, as Craig was left handed the broomstick was placed on his dominant side. Their heads were lowered towards eachother as they spoke in quiet conversation. Kyle didn't know when they had become so close, but he was glad that Craig had found more friends outside of Slytherin.
"Here is your first instruction!" The professor's voice rang out in front of them, and Kyle crained his head to the left to see. "Extend your arm out over the broomstick, and with confidence and authority, say UP! If it doesn't comply first try, keep on going."
Soon Kyle's surroundings filled up with voices and noise.
"Up..!" He said weakly. The broomstick gave a feeble roll on the ground. Around him, others had more success. Stan got it up first try. He had experience after all. Craig also got it first try, as did Wendy. "Up." Kyle said again. "Up... UP!" The broom shot up into his hand with some force. Despite himself, a smile spread onto Kyle's face. Morphing into a full on grin when he realised that Cartman wasn't having any success.
"UP! Ugh I said UP GODDAMNIT" Cartman stomped on the floor as the broomstick rolled around at his feet. Kyle laughed. The irony. A Muggle born was able to succeed faster than a pure blood. He was the only one left, and so the flying professor glided over.
"Now, Eric, you are being much too aggressive and angry. How did I say you were to speak?"
"Ugh, confidence and authority" Cartman huffed.
"That's right. Now once again if you please."
"UP" Now the broom ascended into his hand. Cartman turned bright red with embarrassment when he noticed everyone staring. When he glanced over to Kyle, seeing his expression of glee he clearly mouthed FUCK OFF MUDBLOOD. Kyle just turned back to Stan.
"You did it first try! That's cool man." Stan lifted his chin proudly.
"What did I tell you, I'm a professional" Everyone once again turned to the professor, who once again, raised her voice to the students.
"Now that you have all gotten a hold of your broom, I want you to mount them. Go on" Everyone complied with not much of a struggle. "OK... Mr Cartman, you need to shift up higher. I don't want you slipping off the end." This was met from giggles from the first years.
"Fine whatever... Bitch" Cartman muttered under his breath.
"Now on my whistle, everyone kick of from the ground hard, and then say DOWN to lower yourself back to standing... OK... Now."
Kyle did as he was told, and kicked off from the ground. It was a strange sensation, flying. He was in the air with nothing supporting him but a glamorized stick. "Down..." He said, his voice slightly shaking. He didn't know if that influenced his decent, but the brook lowered much more slowly that the people around him, who landed to the ground with more of a thud.
"You're not too bad yourself Kyle!" Stan slapped Kyle's back as he straightened up.
"You're heads and shoulders above me though" Kyle glanced at him.
"I didn't say I wasn't" Stan grinned. But then he looked past Kyle's shoulder behind him. "Oh shit..."
"What the FUCK" Cartman wasn't hovering. He was ascending into the air... Faster and faster.
"LANGUAGE Mr Cartman... Oh wait... Mr Cartman... Mr CARTMAN!" The professors voice grew more erratic as Cartman began hurtling through the air. His screaming becoming quieter as he drew further and further away.
"FUCKING BIIIIITCHHHHHHHHHH" He yelled, spinning in circles over their heads.
"There's always one" the professor muttered, brandishing her wand. She uttered an incantation which seemed to freeze Cartman in place, and lowered him carefully to the ground. "You will go inside now, and visit the hospital wing to check for injuries. After that we will have a VERY serious talk about broom safety." Cartman was sniffing, his eyes were red and puffy and he looked severely shaken. This must have made the professor feel pity for him. "Alright, you know what, I will accompany you to the hospital wing. Are you alright?" She put her arm around him and led him away, still sniffling.
"What a wuss" Craig said from behind him. Kyle turned around to see him smirking, adjusting his robes. "Acting all high and mighty for what?"
"It was difficult though" Tweek sympathised with Cartman, although he also had a faint smile on his face.
Craig snorted. "He made it difficult. He was the one verbally abusing his broomstick."
"Who cares about him" Stan interrupted. "He just got us a free 20 minutes before our next lesson. Our professor's gone. Not like we can fly anymore."
"Says who" Said Craig.
"What?" Stan turned towards him.
"Says who" Craig repeated. "She didn't tell us otherwise. Hell. If anyone asks, we will say we were being productive."
"You idiots" Wendy scolded. "We are first years. You both know we can't fly without supervision."
"Fuck off Testaburger" Craig rolled his eyes. Kyle understood why he was put in Slytherin now. His snide remarks carried a weight that people in the other houses could not. "Stan, you can fly right" Craig had a mischievous glint in his eye. Kyle wasn't expecting Stan to comply to Craig's shenanigans, but turned to see the mischievous look mirrored in Stan's face too.
"Obviously."
Craig's face morphed into a grin "race you around the castle."
"FUCK YEAH"
"Stan!" Both Kyle and Wendy attempted to hold Stan back, but he shrugged them off and went to stand next to Craig.
"Ready Marsh? 3... 2... 1... GO!" At Craig's signal, they both did a run up and hopped onto their brooms and bolted.