My house and the Hufflepuffs were having our first flying lesson. All but one student had a tatty broomstick. I looked down at my own broomstick. It was old, ugly and tatty looking.
Just think of how many dirty little hands have touched this. I thought, with disgust.
I looked down at Finnigan's broomstick which was opposite me. Finnigan's broom was perfect. Brand new. Nothing old or tatty about it. She had got it half an hour ago as a present. I looked at it with jealousy.
Why didn't I tell my parents about the flying lesson. I thought. Maybe that way I could've gotten a broom.
The moment everyone had arrived, they all crowed around Finnigan. All impressed with her broomstick. Even Natalia. Technically, we weren't allowed our own broomstick but Professor Fimble had let Finnigan off.
'I want you to stand to the left hand side of your broom and say up.' Fimble said, doing the motion with her hand.
There was a sudden wave of 'ups.' Finnigan's had come instantly in her hands, Tilly's took about three 'ups' but mine was just lying on the floor. I looked over at Natalia and noticed her nose was bleeding. I smiled to herself, but then my smile dropped. I noticed everyone had their broomstick in their hands and mine was still on the floor.
After around ten minutes, the broomstick decided to pick itself off the floor, though I knew that wasn't the end of it.
'Now that everyone's got hold of their broom,' Fimble continued. 'I want you to grip it tightly then lift up from the ground, hover, learn forward, then touch back down. We'll start with the beginning of the Hufflepuff line and then we'll go in a zig-zag downwards.'
One by one, we all took it in turns. Each did it perfectly, Finnigan being the best. After Finnigan, it was me. I just stood there.
'Well, aren't you going to do anything?' asked Fimble, trying not to get annoyed.
I put my leg over the broomstick. It wasn't the most comfortable thing I'd ever sat on, and it started to hurt in places where it shouldn't hurt. Just as I was about to fly, I said-
'What do you mean, you can't?' asked Fimble, confused.
'Fly. I'm...I'm terrified of heights.' I said quietly, looking at the floor. Natalia burst out laughing, followed by Portia, though this sounded fake.
'Enough, Miss Bluddersmith!' Fine, Miss Salucci. You can sit out.'
I dropped my broom on the floor and sat on the grass. I saw Natalia still smiling.
Natalia will find humour in anything that isn't to do with her. I thought, as I watched the rest of the class fly into the air- not one of them as scared as I was.