First Flying Class

Who would think that flying comes more naturally to some than others? The bright sun was felt through Lizzie's pale face as she walked outside the castle. She was very excited about her first flying class! Being able to soar through the skies, feel the wind through her blond hair. The thought was so mesmerizing to her! Ever since she had seen a game of quidditch, it had been her dream to play! Though she was a first-year and her chances were unlikely, she still had her hopes though.

Lizzie had to figure out one thing before she was able to even play the game. First, she had to learn how to fly. She was happy to see a group of others as they freely chatted though Lizzie timidly kept to her self. After being greeted by their teacher, their next assignment was calling their brooms up.

As they stood in lines she worldly stared down at her broom. Others shouted repeatedly trying to force their broom up. After taking a deep breath she looked at the broom before steadily speaking, "Up!" To Lizzie's surprise, the broom quickly flew up to her right. It had come up with such force that it had almost hit her in the face.

A smile grew across her face as she looked with pure amazement. The class turned with her in shock as Lizzie gladly accepted the attention. They whispered around her as the pure excitement spread through her body. Catching the teacher's eye, the class began to quiet.