Post by Rachael on Nov 2, 2011 10:57:25 GMT -8
Title: Come Back Down This Instant
Rating: G
Word Count: 287
Warnings: None
Summary: First Day of Flying lessons!
Neville Longbottom swallowed thickly as Madam Hooch led him, and the other first years, towards the broomsticks, which were laid out on the grass. They looked as though they had been run through the mill, and Neville really did not fancy sitting on one of them, not at all. His hands shook as he hastened to do as Madam Hooch was ordering. He held his hand out over the broom, and squeaked, “Up!” Much to his surprise, the broomstick soared upwards in to the grip of his hand, about five seconds after that of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
Nobody save himself noticed his miraculous achievement. He supposed it was best. He tended to get even more nervous and flustered when people were looking at him...or were paying him any sort of attention, at all, for that matter. “Put one leg at either side of the broom, rise up a few feet in the air, hover for a moment, and tip back down to the ground. On my whistle. Three. Two. One.” Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and there was a flurry of broomstick-straddling from all of the first years present.
Neville gripped his broom tentatively, not quite sure whether he really wanted to leave the ground just yet. He was clumsy on the ground; he could not imagine what his clumsiness would be like in the air! Even as he was thinking this, his broomstick started rising. “Down!” He urged the broomstick. “Down! Please, down!”
“Mr Longbottom!” Hooch snapped, glaring up at him. “Come back down this instant!”
“I’m trying!!! Down!” The broomstick ignored him, and shot upwards in to the air. The broomstick started bucking wildly. Neville lost his grip, and shrieked as he plummeted.
Rating: G
Word Count: 287
Warnings: None
Summary: First Day of Flying lessons!
Neville Longbottom swallowed thickly as Madam Hooch led him, and the other first years, towards the broomsticks, which were laid out on the grass. They looked as though they had been run through the mill, and Neville really did not fancy sitting on one of them, not at all. His hands shook as he hastened to do as Madam Hooch was ordering. He held his hand out over the broom, and squeaked, “Up!” Much to his surprise, the broomstick soared upwards in to the grip of his hand, about five seconds after that of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
Nobody save himself noticed his miraculous achievement. He supposed it was best. He tended to get even more nervous and flustered when people were looking at him...or were paying him any sort of attention, at all, for that matter. “Put one leg at either side of the broom, rise up a few feet in the air, hover for a moment, and tip back down to the ground. On my whistle. Three. Two. One.” Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and there was a flurry of broomstick-straddling from all of the first years present.
Neville gripped his broom tentatively, not quite sure whether he really wanted to leave the ground just yet. He was clumsy on the ground; he could not imagine what his clumsiness would be like in the air! Even as he was thinking this, his broomstick started rising. “Down!” He urged the broomstick. “Down! Please, down!”
“Mr Longbottom!” Hooch snapped, glaring up at him. “Come back down this instant!”
“I’m trying!!! Down!” The broomstick ignored him, and shot upwards in to the air. The broomstick started bucking wildly. Neville lost his grip, and shrieked as he plummeted.
I'm glad you liked it, jess! 
