You see, I don't have the foggiest idea of how to ride a broom. I mean, by experience. By the way, I am a book geek, so I've read Quidditch through the Ages. I know how everything works, except for the one obvious fact, I CAN'T FLY!! "It's all right. Now, steady, get on your broom." instructs Draco Malfoy, father to my friend Scorpius. Mother usually doesn't let me do sports and everything while in her watch, but because we were having the flying lesson at the home of the Malfoy's, she immediately said yes. Oh, and, right now it's the Christmas break, where we get to go back home. Scorpius and Albus only came back because of the flying lesson. "Now, kick, hard, to lift off." continues Draco Malfoy. Yes, I am respectfully addressing Draco Malfoy by his full name. Mother wants me to be an elegant lady. But, I'm pretty sure she's not reading this, so I'll just call him by Draco. I kick off the groudn hard, and, losing my balance, fall upside down, five meters off the ground. They burst out laughing with me. Scorpius and Albus already know by now that I don't get embarrassed easily, and that, in this situation, this is just something amusing that I have accidentally done. I climb back on the broom, as I have ridden a horse before, so I was pretty experienced. I flew across, to the other side of the room and...