Fragile

“What’re you lookin at Daph?” Millicent asked over the low chatter of the Great Hall. The curly haired girl was sitting opposite to the brunette, curiously glancing backwards in an attempt to follow the line of her gaze. 

“Not you too.” Malfoy rolled his eyes as he sat down, grabbing himself a plate to eat. He was dressed completely pristine, robes neat and ironed. Out of the group, he and Pansy were definitely the most put together. Next to her, Pansy was taking small bites of her own plate. She was wearing the exact same robes as everyone else's except somehow hers made her look so graceful. Maybe it was the pretty green brooch she was using as an accessory to pin the robe together or even the way her hair was pulled back from her face, keeping runaway hairs from falling over her shoulders. Like Lissy, Pansy too had long hair but she always kept hers pristine. The single french braid stretched to lie across her back, looking glossy and like silk. Lissy touched her own braids absentmindedly. Her was not like silk. 

The black curls she had so much trouble containing had a mind of their own and Lissy had taken to adding an additional routine of yanking a brush through her hair in the early morning after her bath to set free the knots that made themselves at home. It was easier to take care of her hair here when she actually was allowed an unrestricted amount of time to use the bathroom. Along with that Millicent had offered to help her this morning after wincing at the way Lissy was ripping through the knots so it had turned out much nicer than what it would have had she been left to do it alone. She had two French braids nicely plaited on her head that ended right below her shoulders. A few curly hairs had escaped along the front but Lissy liked it, thinking the way it framed her face was very nice. Today she felt very pretty, even more so when Millicent complimented her.

“Longbottom’s grandmother sent him some toy that’s got those feather brained idiots going nuts.” Malfoy’s voice broke through her thoughts. His face was scrunched up in distaste at the idea of Neville getting so much attention. Was he jealous? She couldn’t imagine why. Every day for the first month they’d arrived, he received chocolates and cards and other items from his parents. It slowed down slightly as their time at the castle went on but more often than not, Malfoy received a gift. 

Daphne clicked her tongue in response but didn’t really look like she was listening. Malfoy, however, didn’t seem to notice. He continued on. “Typical Gryffindor behavior.” The blonde reached across the table near Lissy, moving to grab a banana and she pushed the edge of the plate closer without meeting his gaze. It was still hard learning to get along with so many people but she was definitely making progress. Malfoy hadn’t been as weird as she originally thought during their first meeting where he had so graciously attempted to let her look up his nose. It was easier getting along with him when she found that he wasn’t so different from her.

“No, not that. One of the gryffindor’s keeps looking over here….” Daphne spoke slowly, exiting her thoughts. It turned out she had been listening all along. “He’s staring at somebody but I can’t figure out who…” She placed a hand under her chin as she focused even harder now, seemingly losing herself in a train of thought once more as she attempted to figure out her new mystery.

Lissy peeked up again from her small bowl of porridge sprinkled with bits of brown sugar, allotting herself more time to study Daphne who was staring out over Nott’s shoulder. He had positioned himself next to Pansy on her side of the table and was ignoring their conversation in favor of talking to Deke Wellings, a Slytherin second year, about his new Chess set. Nott usually wasn’t interested in Daphne’s dabble. He preferred reading. Sometimes she caught him in the library during her escapades, nose in a book.

“Who?” Malfoy was the first to break the silence. He was looking over Nott’s shoulder as well to see who they were talking about only to freeze. Then his face twitched in annoyance. “Weasley?” The blonde glanced at the girl for confirmation and Daphne nodded before looking at Lissy pointedly. 

“I think he’s staring at you,” She told the girl with raised brows. Lissy blinked before awkwardly shifting in her seat at the sudden attention. “Why is he staring at you?” Daphne asked suspiciously and Lissy froze, glancing over her shoulder to peek at the Gryffindor table where she met eyes with the red headed boy. He widened his own, as if attempting to tell her something but whatever it was flew right over her head as she broke off the contact almost as soon as it was made. Lissy glanced down at her hands. 

“You were just with his brothers yesterday too,” Millicent added. She wasn’t as pushy as Daphne, more curious than anything. “Do you know the Weasley’s?”

“N-n-not quite well,” Lissy attempted to explain, feeling her face darken red at all the attention she was receiving. The line of questioning had gained Pansy, Nott, and Malfoy’s attention too. “I- er- m-met them on- the uh, first day.”

“You seemed quite friendly with the twins though,” Nott pointed out and Lissy shrugged helplessly, unsure of what they wanted her to say. She wasn’t entirely sure herself why the twins liked her. Maybe they were just entertained by her. How was she to know what ran through their heads? The rumors she heard about them around the school made them seem quite unpredictable so she didn’t quite want to assume anything.

“No point in associating yourself with them.” Malfoy said shortly as he cut into a piece of sausage. He had turned away from staring at the Gryffindor table in favor of actually eating. The banana he had grabbed was sitting next to his plate of pancakes and sausage. “They’re bottom feeders at best.” Lissy glanced up as he said so, eyes narrowing as a frown found its way on her face. He was already staring at her and from the looks of it, genuinely meant what he said. It made her furious. Malloy could be quite mean spirited but to hear him turn his sharp tongue on those who showed her kindness put a burning feeling in her chest. The memory of George and Fred checking in on her and making sure she was alright flitted strongly to the front of her mind and her stomach twisted now. Did he even know what he was talking about?

“Don’t say that about them,” she told him before she could stop herself, brows furrowed in anger. Her voice came out sharper than she had meant it to but all the anger had just been too much. A silence drifted over the group and Malfoy’s face was slack as he stared at her in surprise. His eyes (which she had originally thought were an arctic blue but were actually more silver than she thought) were piercing into hers in astonishment, as if he couldn’t believe she was defending them. It only spiked her temper more. She dropped the spoon she had in her hand back into the half eaten bowl as she grabbed her satchel. Picking it up, the girl stood and made her way out the Great Hall before anybody from their group could say anything. Before she had even passed the threshold of the doorway, second thoughts were clouding any other coherent thought in her head. While it wasn’t like she was particularly attached to Malfoy, she didn’t quite want to make an enemy of anyone in her house but it was hard when he was so quick to badmouth the Weasley’s. Had he even met them? Why would he say such a mean thing? She remembered Ron’s quickness in sharing his sandwich on the train, the way he and his brothers treated her kindly, the friendly smiles and laughs. A sigh escaped her mouth. Malfoy just didn’t know when to shut up.

The halls were quiet as she walked them, turning right at the yawning portrait of Merlin. She’d definitely be one of the first people at History of Magic but that was absolutely fine with her. It had been loud in the Great Hall anyway and she wanted to read a bit more from her new potions book she had found about the deadliest ingredients known to wizard kind. Gemma had suggested it to her when she found the first year skulking around the library during dinner yesterday, avoiding another possibly prying conversation with Daphne.

“Lissy!” A familiar voice was calling her name and she glanced back, feeling a bit thrown off. Why was Ron following her? She slowed her pace but continued her trek, not quite confident enough to stop. What if it turned out he was calling out to another Lissy? She glanced around, seeing no one else except a 6th year boy and yet still found herself unsure.

“…Ron,” Lissy began hesitantly once he had caught up to her. She slowed to a stop, watched as he gasped for a breath of air. 

“You walk fast,” the boy wheezed with his hands on his knees. Once he caught his breath, the red head straightened out. “Er- how are you?” He looked uncomfortable talking to her and it only put her on edge more. He hadn’t spoken to her once after the sorting. What could he want?

“Okay…” Lissy replied softly but he said nothing after that, instead shifting on his feet in front of her. She stared at him expectantly. Was this really what he had chased after her for? After waiting in silence for a couple more seconds, she continued to class except this time Ron kept pace with her. As they walked, she could see him glancing at her through her peripheral view.

“Sorry,” Ron finally said and Lissy felt a bloom of surprise. Sorry? For what? Staring at her during breakfast? “Seamus… the other day. He’s not mean, just a bit stupid,” Ron explained. 

“Ok.”

“Um- I'm sorry about avoiding you too…” Her throat felt tight. She had known he was doing it on purpose but to hear it said aloud by Ron himself had her feeling a bit sad. He’d made his stance on Slytherins very clear the first time they had met on the train so it wasn’t like it had come out of nowhere. But why the change now? Almost a month into school and he suddenly wanted to talk to her again? Realizing he was waiting for a response, Lissy nodded slowly. 

“W-why talk to me now?” She began unsurely, almost eyeing him with suspicion. Ron shrugged, shifting his eyes to the floor.

“Fred and George went in on me and made me realize how stupid I was,” he admitted. “I wanted to talk to you earlier but…. I dunno,” He shrugged again and Lissy remained quiet, unsure of what to say. Was there something to say? 

“Um, okay.”

“How’s Slytherin?” Ron said. It seemed he realized that that was the best she could muster up. At least he was trying, Lissy thought.

“It’s okay,” She nodded her head. He said nothing in response, just continued walking with her. “H-Hogwarts is big,” The girl added on as an afterthought and Ron snorted in amusement. 

“I got lost for 2 hours the other day because I took some advice from Peeves,” He told her in agreement. “If it weren’t for Nearly Headless Nick, I’d be roaming there still.” She cracked a smile in amusement at the thought of a bewildered Ron calling for help and giggled a bit.

“He avoids the dungeons m-mostly,” Lissy told him, thinking of the mischievous poltergeist. She had yet to meet him directly and hoped to keep from doing so.

“Can’t blame him,” Ron said naturally and Lissy turned to look at him dryly. They met gazes before he suddenly turned into a grimace. “No, I meant-” Ron began stuttering as he attempted to explain himself. A loud thwop echoed in the corridor as Ron smacked a hand against his forehead in embarrassment. “He’s afraid of the Bloody Baron.” 

“The Bloody Baron?” Lissy asked. Ron looked at her in astonishment. 

“He’s Slytherin’s house ghost. I suppose you're lucky to not have met him yet. Neville had a run in a week ago and came back shaking so bad that Perce had to escort him down to Madam Phompreys.”

“Is he scary?”

“From what Neville said, incredibly. You ought to avoid the dunge- Sorry, I forgot,” he apologized sheepishly and she cracked a smile. Her gaze shifted from his freckled red forehead to the window behind him. It was a very pretty day out. The clouds were soft against the sky, small wisps here and there as if painted on as lightly as possible and the trees were steady meaning there was little to no breeze. It was no wonder they had chosen today for flying lessons. It had been on her mind for a bit as she imagined all possible ways for her to fall off. She had had enough bad luck already, putting her into the air and dangling her so many feet above the ground was essentially just cutting her lifespan in half at this point. Ron followed her gaze out the window before back at her.

“What are you lookin’ at?” He asked as he followed her gaze once more, squinting in an attempt to find whatever was making her so pale. Lissy sighed.

“Our f-flying lessons,” she mentioned to him and he caught on immediately.

“Oh! I wouldn't spend too much time worrying. It’s actually really simple once you’re on your broom,” Ron explained to her. “Ya sort of just get it. Or maybe that's because I’ve been flying since I was a kid. One time, I flew so high on my brother Charlie’s old broom that I’d almost hit a hang glider. It was wicked,” Ron told her and Lissy glanced at him in interest. 

“Really?” She asked and he looked ecstatic as he retold what she assumed was a very exaggerated story. It was easy to find a moment of calm with Ron. Everything came so much easier and Lissy was genuinely surprised at just how good it felt to talk to him again. Whatever tight feeling that had her stomach constricted earlier in the great hall was gone. They made their way to History Of Magic like that, Lissy listening and adding in little quips while he talked. It was hard to ignore the stares of their classmates as both houses arrived. Lavender Brown’s dramatic gasp was very audible and the scoff that Malfoy did was almost just as loud. Dean Thomas, a Gryffindor, however joined their discussion very smoothly as he introduced himself. He too began asking Ron questions about flying and the knowledge that she wouldn’t be the only one lacking experience was reassuring. At some point amidst all the talking, she had found Pansy standing beside her while waiting for Mcgonagall to open the class doors. The blonde didn’t speak, instead watching quietly on Lissy’s right.

“Can I borrow a quill?” Pansy asked her as she turned to look at Lissy who was mid conversation with Ron. Immediately Lissy turned to look at her with a smile, nodding as she went to reach into her bag only for Pansy to softly touch her shoulder. “I’ll wait til’ we sit down.” The dark haired girl’s eyes widened before another smile escaped, this one sweeter. So Pansy was going to sit with her when they sat down? It wasn’t anything big but that meant Lissy was at least somewhat good company. Maybe she’d choose to stand by her during flight training as well? Did Pansy know how to fly?

“Have you f-flown before?” Lissy asked Pansy suddenly. It hadn’t been intentional and was more like a slip of the tongue. Usually she refrained from asking her fellow slytherin anything too personal in case she sounded too much like Daphne. The last thing Lissy wanted to do was become a busy body. Pansy didn’t seem offended at all. Instead, she glanced up at the ceiling in thought.

“Not very much,” she shook her head. “I don’t particularly like heights.” Lissy nodded in an attempt to show she was listening. Pansy’s eyes wandered towards the classroom door. 

“I hope today’s lesson isn’t boring.”

“Oh, Lis’, Look!” Ron’s voice called out to her as she and Pansy approached the field. They had exited the castle and found their way to a flat field that was opposite of the forbidden forest. From this area, it looked less scary and more so just like any other wooded area she’d seen. Apparently Pansy and her had been one of the last to arrive as there were little groups scattered across the field of waiting first years. She glanced over to Ron who was with a group of boys, all crowding around Neville’s remembrall. Neville himself looked embarrassed yet excited at all the excitement over his new toy and Lissy found herself stepping closer to take a look as well. In his palm was a small ball, a bit bigger than a marble that fogged a smoky red. It was sleek and see through save for the gold strip that ran through the middle and glittered in the sunlight. Lissy understood why it was so popular among them all. It was a very pretty item. 

“W-What is it?” She asked, already knowing its name.

“A remembrall,” Neville told her, offering it to her and she picked it up lightly, carefully examining it with Pansy. The red fog that had taken over while Neville held it disappeared as she herself took it in the palm of her hands. Instead it was now empty. Lissy’s eyes flashed to Neville’s quickly, panicked, only for him to offer a sheepish smile. “Don’t worry, it’s not broken. My gran got me it to help with my forgetfulness. That red means I’ve forgotten something. Looks like you're fine.” His attempt to reassure her was kind but in fear of actually breaking it, she handed it back.

“For 6 Galleons, I sure hope it works,” Seamus piped in. At the sound of his voice, Lissy glanced over only to watch as he averted her gaze and ducked his head away. He had found a hiding spot in between Ron and another two Gryffindor boys. They shared the same confused look at his actions and Lissy wondered why he was embarrassed. It wasn’t as if he had been yelled at for screwing up her potion. Ron rolled his eyes at Seamus, coming over to stand by Neville for a closer look. He glanced down at the small ball.

“This was 6 Galleons?” He seemed gobsmacked at the price and while Lissy didn’t understand wizarding money the best yet, she too found herself scrutinizing the ball. What made this small thing so expensive?

“Attention!”

Whatever Ron had been ready to say died in his throat as another voice echoed across the field. The first years that had gathered quieted at once and followed the direction that the deafening voice had come from. A tall, thin woman was exiting the castle corridor and coming towards them in what Lissy assumed was riding gear. On her knees and elbows were thick pads that moved with her walk, perfectly adhered to her body. Behind her were 4 boxes, levitating dutifully and following her quick pace. As she closed in on the students, Lissy was able to make out the white spikes that made up her hair and the fine lines that decorated her face. 

“A big lot of you this year,” the woman mumbled to herself as she placed her hands on her hips, taking in the scene. While she did that, the boxes that followed her every step gently floated themselves down in an orderly fashion in front of her without so much as a creak and once they had all settled, the professor sat upon one of them. “I am Madam Hooch, your flying instructor. I’ve been flying maybe even before your parents' time so you’ve come to the right place. Let’s all line up.” There was a stagger as the students attempted to separate themselves before Madam Hooch rolled her eyes and waved a hand in an exasperated way. “No, no, it doesn’t matter who goes to what side. Just line up.” 

Not wanting to make the woman lose her temper, everyone separated into 2 lines facing one another. To the right of Lissy was Pansy who stood silently, observing everyone and to her left was Ron. His confidence from earlier was gone now and instead he looked sickly pale. He was the opposite of Pansy who looked completely calm and cool.

Madam Hooch flicked her wand at the boxes and they opened, a line of brooms making their way out. They looked similar to the ones she had used to sweep the Dursley’s driveway except the base was more stout and the handle was more worn. The sight of them made her suspicious. Was it truly safe? Lissy glanced at Madam Hooch again, saw the confidence and impatience in her face as she waited for the brooms to settle on the grass, yet still couldn’t fully place her confidence in them. For all she knew, they could have been from Dumbledore’s time. Once everyone had a broom placed in front of them, Madam Hooch grabbed her own and placed it on the ground next to her.

“Alright everyone, first we’re going to work on calling upon our brooms. This is one of the most fundamental steps.”

“Why?” Ron asked as he looked at Madam Hooch bewildered.

“If you hit an air current and you’re knocked off the broom, what will you do?”

“Die,” Neville mumbled across from them miserably. He looked as if he were heading to his own funeral which frankly he possibly could be. Lissy had heard and seen how clumsy the boy could be and she was certain that that’s where the somber manor he had adopted suddenly came from. 

“Turbulence is always something you need to pay attention to when flying. What way is the wind coming, will it hail? Will it snow? Rain? Thunder? These are all things we need to stay aware of. If you’re knocked off your broom and lack the ability to bring it back, not even a necromancer could revive you. Alright, now put your dominant hand above your brooms and say UP!”

Lissy focused her eyes on the broom underneath her hand and she had a grip on it before she even realized it had moved. Shock filled her. She hadn’t even managed to utter a single syllable yet. A special feeling of giddy stretched through her. Falling behind in Transfiguration and Charms had started to really concern her so finally succeeding at something other than Potions was a major accomplishment. She glanced next to her to see Pansy calling hers softly, brows furrowed in irritation as she began almost arguing with her broom. Ron was no better except he seemed to get more and more anxious the longer it twitched on the ground. 

“Up!” It rolled. 

“Up! Up! Up! You lousy broom! Up!” 

Five minutes later everyone had managed to pick up their broom and Madam Hooch was now showing the first years how to properly mount it. She showed them her feet planted firmly on the ground and her hands were holding the stick in two separate places, at the middle and towards the top. As she explained this, Crabbe and Goyle were slowly drawing more and more attention to themselves with their giggling and Lissy could see the way Dean Thomas was inching away from the two so it didn’t look like he was involved. For good reason too as only seconds later Madam Hooch’s hawk eyes were glowering at them furiously.

“Step forward and tell us what is funny,” She told them coldly. They continued their giggling til the two had realized her gaze wasn’t shifting away. She was genuinely waiting for them to tell the class their conversation. Their laughs were gone now, replaced with stiff looks at one another. Neither of them made a move and Lissy was sure it was because they didn’t quite know what to do. When they weren’t following around Malfoy, they were eating or attempting to bully other first years. Other than that, she hadn’t seen either of them display a lick of personality. Still, the girl found herself feeling bad for the two, stupid or not. 

“W-what do we do after we’re on the broom?” Lissy asked, drawing Madam Hooch’s attention away from the two troublesome boys. Her hawk eyes were switching between Lissy and Crabbe and Goyle until finally she decided to answer her question.

“You’re going to push off your feet and hover a couple feet before touching back down. It’s important to concentrate and stay calm. Panicking can-“ Madam Hooch wasn’t able to finish her sentence as Neville had already begun hovering. It didn’t seem purposeful however as he was shouting louder and louder each time the rickety old broom brought him another couple feet up in the air. A gaggle of first year gryffindors including Dean Thomas and Ron ran over underneath him, attempting to jump and pull at his trouser pants but unfortunately we’re only able to catch the edges before slipping away. Madam Hooch was yelling too, waving her hand as she attempted to instruct Neville how to control his broom but it was drowned out by his own screaming, the gryffindor screaming, and the gasps and chatter of those who hadn’t joined in to help. Seamus had caught Neville’s leg again but instead of helping, they were now both being held up by Neville who was hanging tightly onto the broom by only his hands.

“Longbottom!” Madam Hooch was on her broom now as she attempted to help the two down. “Finnigan! Let go once we get closer!” And he did but now without the added weight that Seamus gave him, Neville was rising once more. His voice panicked as he yelled for help, holding tightly onto the broom for dear life. It was bucking him this way and that and the sheer terror doubled in his voice.“If you can’t control it, let go! If you get too high-“ But Madam Hooch didn’t need to say anymore. Neville had dropped as soon as she said to. Lissy gripped her own broom in her hands as she watched anxiously.

The whole class watched as he fell off the broom, landing on his side before moving slowly on to his back. Madam Hooch landed quickly to the ground and was checking him over at once, questioning him softly. He was shaking his head back, tears streaming down his cheek as he muttered something back. She touched his arm and he let out a yelp. 

“Ah, yes,” Madam Hooch nodded with a sigh. She stood up. “That’s broken for sure. Alright. Up, Longbottom. A quick trip to Madam Pomphrey will right you and make you good as new.” She turned to look at the class sternly. “If I see one foot in the air, you’ll be out of here and back on the train faster than you can say ‘quidditch’.” And with that the two of them trekked back to the castle. As soon as they disappeared into the castle, everyone was talking at once.

“I sort of feel sorry for Longbottom,” Daphne spoke up. During the commotion she and Millicent had found a spot by Pansy and her. They were in a little group now. Millicent nodded, looking quite sick herself. 

“I hope he’s okay,” Lissy wondered aloud as she stared at the doors the two had disappeared through.

“Well look what he left here,” Mallfoy’s voice was loud as hummed to himself in amusement. He held something up in the air. Lissy narrowed her eyes in an attempt to see it better before realizing what exactly it was. The remembrall that was gifted to him by his grandmother must have slipped out his pocket at some point during his fall as it was now in the platinum haired boys hand. He was holding it up like a trophy.

“Guess he didn’t remember how to land,” Nott joked simply but didn’t reach for the ball. “We can just give it to Madam Hooch-“

“No way,” Draco rolled his eyes before looking at Lissy, who was already glaring at him. He seemed ecstatic at the anger in her face. Lissy shook her head in disagreement and held out her hand to the boy.

“Give it.”

“What for?” Malfoy scoffed and Lissy’s cheeks were going red hot in anger.

“Give it.” Lissy was growing angrier and angrier.

“I’ll leave it somewhere he can find it,” Malfoy said, smirking. He was mounting his broom as he spoke, never taking his eyes off of her and enjoying every second of her annoyance. “Maybe the roof?” He was floating in the air now, tossing the ball up and catching it in amusement.

Lissy turned away, instead rustling in her bag. Her hand brushed against folders of parchment and quills before it finally landed on a ball that she and Hagrid had picked up in Diagon Alley. It was squishy but heavy and so far she’d been using it to squeeze at night when she felt stressed and overwhelmed. 

Turning around, Lissy found Malfoy in a bout of frustration at the sight of her ignoring him. Just as soon as she turned around, it was gone and replaced by amusement before horror as he only had moments to see the ball smack him right on the middle of his forehead.

“Ouch!” Malfoy yelped as he put a hand against his head from where she had hit him. The ball she’d thrown at him was in his other hand. He looked down at her angrily. “That bloody hurt!” In his own bout of revenge, he turned and threw the remembrall far into the air.

Her broom was in her palm almost as soon as she had opened it and Lissy was flying through the air to grab it immediately. It was funny how the whole day she’d been dreading the thought of being put in the air but now that she was actually here, it felt great. 

Malfoy had a great throw, Lissy noted to herself begrudgingly. It was annoying to give him credit in a situation where he was being a major arse. She passed by a couple windows as she attempted to grab the ball before it hit the ground and broke. Though it was small, the ball was clear and easy to see. As soon as she had grasped it, she lowered herself to the ground and unmounted her broom lest she get caught by Madam Hooch.

Daphne and Ron were the first to meet her as she headed back to the ground, practically exploding in excitement. The rest of the class followed, chattering loudly.

“Blimey, Lissy!” Ron was gushing over her. “You sure you’ve never flown before?”

“Amazing!” Daphne was clapping her hands excitedly. She looked completely enthralled with the events that had just occurred and Lissy wondered whether Daphne just lived for drama. Behind her, Pansy and Millicent watched.

“Dangerous.” Pansy was curt, her arms crossed as she stared at Lissy. The normally passive expression that had taken up residence on her face was now gone and instead it was replaced with discontent. Her blonde brows were furrowed together. It was surprising and Lissy didn’t know how to react at first. 

“Sorry,” Lissy acknowledged. The tight expression released slightly and Pansy nodded before stepping closer to her.

“Great job, Potter!” There was a clap on her back and she was thrown forward onto her knees.

“Flint!” Millicent spoke up.

“Oh.”

Pansy offered a hand up, her glare returning but now shifting to whoever was behind her. After being retrieved from the floor, she was met with a confused look.

“You’re a lot smaller than I thought,” Flint said with his brows raised. “Sorry, Potter. You did some nice flying up there though. Me and Pucey saw it from Mcgonagall’s torture tower when she was lecturing us.”

“Yeah, you looked like a pro up there. Ever thought about quidditch?” 

“She’s a first year,” Millicent told them.

“So?”