Flying lessons
Around the middle of October, a piece of paper on the Slytherin notice board was put up, stating that first years were to have flying lessons on the following Wednesday.
Theo and Draco shared a grin. When they'd first met, they'd geeked out about the comet racing broom line, and argued about whether they thought the Montrose Magpies (Draco's team) or Puddlemere United (Theo's team) would win the league this year.
They'd already had years of training on their top of the notch racing brooms since they could walk, so did Cassie, but her and Draco never had quite as much a burning passion for it as Theo had; or she supposed you could call it an unhealthy obsession.
Draco slammed his hands down onto the table. "What do you mean you've never been on a broom before?"
Theo stood up suddenly, "I'm taking that as a personal offence, Riddle!"
Mattheo shrugged. "Never had the opportunity to. I grew up around football."
"Football?" Theo exclaimed, and he sounded personally offended. "What in Salazars name is that?"
Mattheo struggled for a moment. "Well, it's kicking a ball... with your foot?"
"Well no shit, Sherlock," Cassie muttered to Pansy.
"Alright, well what's so good about quidditch then, huh?"
"Wh- how- but you- ugh! I'm too disgusted by you right now Mattheo to form a proper answer!" Theo shouted, his voice rising.
"Well why does everyone seem to be so obsessed with it?" He shrugged nonchalantly.
"Quidditch is the best sport in the world!" Cassie exclaimed. No one dissed quidditch in front of her.
"You'll see Mattheo, mate, you'll see," said Draco.
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On Wednesday, flying lessons had just began and already Draco, Cassie and Theo were easily the best in the class.
One of their first tasks was learning how to summon a broom, which nearly everyone except Potter and his mudblood friends had learnt a long time ago; it was apart of every witch or wizard's childhood, and if you had grown up without it, you were severely missing out.
They all got assigned a cleansweep, which looked pathetic next to Cassie's nimbus 2000 at her home. The nimbus wasn't even out yet, but her mother knew the makers, so she had it early.
It took the class about 20 minutes until everyone's broom had at least moved. Theo's broom shot up the first out of the class, with only one attempt, followed very quickly by Cassie's. The next person Potter, who's broom had rolled around on the floor for a few tries before shooting upwards into his outstretched hand.
Draco was obviously annoyed by this, as his face worked harder and harder as he tried to concentrate.
"Relax, Draco. It's not going to get any easier if you get frustrated!" Cassie called to him.
He lost his concentration as he found her eyes. "Yeah, thanks Cas,"
He directed his gaze back his broom and stretched out his arm. "Up," he spoke.
The broom rolled around at his feet, and Cassie gave him a reassuring nod.
He tried again. "Up!" He commanded, and this time the broom shot up into his hand.
He tuned to Cassie, a huge smile breaking out onto his face.
"Finally! You did it!" Cassie teased.
"Ha ha," Draco rolled his eyes.
All of a sudden, their interactions were interrupted by a loud yell coming from the other end of the students. The same boy who had crashed into her on platform 9 and 3/4 had managed to mount his broom, and levitate himself so that he was floating almost 10 foot into the air.
Madam Hooch scrambled over to him quickly. "Mr Longbottom! Mr Longbottom! Get down at once!"
But Longbottom didn't come down, in fact he did the opposite. Half way through trying to steer his broom so it was pointing to the ground, he had leaned forward, which had sent him zooming off around the training pitch, clutching onto his broom for dear life.
After a few minutes, when he was on the ground again after a dramatic fall, Madam Hooch announced that she was taking him to the hospital wing. Once she was out of sight, Draco wandered over to his broom.
"Did you see him?" He laughed, picking up a round globe Longbottom had dropped. "What's this?" He asked, and threw the globe across to Theo who caught it with one hand.
Cassie peered at it. "Looks like Longbottom's forgotten something!" She laughed, as the remembrall turned bright red.
Theo hurled the remembrall back to Draco. "Let's put it somewhere Longbottom will never find it, shall we Draco?"
At that point, the small crowd that formed around them parted, as Potter walked forward and struck out his hand. "Give it here Malfoy," he said, ever so bravely.
"Oh how courageous Potter! Consider my timbers shivered!" Cassie imitated.
Draco and the rest of the Slytherins laughed, and Cassie saw Mattheo out of the corner of her eye look uncomfortable.
"If you want me to stop, you're going to have to get it off me, won't you Potter?" And Draco rose up into the air standing on his broom.
Theo swiftly followed, and called down to Cassie, "Coming Cas?"
"Wouldn't miss it!" Said Cassie, mounting her broom and taking off.
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Draco, Theo and Cassie returned to the Slytherin common room an hour after being caught on their brooms.
Draco had thrown the ball and called to Theo to catch it, and Potter tried to go for it, and whist Theo caught the remembrall with a spectacular catch, Potter had messily stopped himself from crashing into someone's office.
And Professor McGonagall had seen them.
The others were in the middle of a game of gobstones, whist Cassie was livid as she slammed her hand down onto the armrest of the chair, making Blaise jump in his seat.
"What crawled up your arse and died?" Said Blaise, not looking up from the daily prophet he was reading.
"All this... prejudice!" Cassie exclaimed. "Potter crashes into McGonagall's office and almost falls off his broom and you know what he gets rewarded with? Joining the Gryffindor quidditch team!"
"What?" Blaise shot up from the sofa.
"And you know what we got? Detention tomorrow evening! Theodore's catch was more graceful than potter could ever be! If anyone should be allowed to be in their house team it should be him!"
Draco paced the room, shaking his head. "They can't do this. If one person is allowed to break the rules then why can't anyone! Potter's not an exception! My father will here about this!"
"Merlin I'm raging! I'd expect biasness from the students but definitely not from the Teachers!" Cassie spat.
"We must talk to Snape surely?" Said Pansy.
"No." Said Theo, staring at a fixed spot on the wall. "If the headmaster approves of it, nothing can be done."
She was too angry to notice Mattheo slip out of the room.