 James is my REAL name | Pokah Face | Scheming Marauder | True Marauder | Foster the People
William had never even so much as touched a broom, let alone flown one. But that was the reason why he was at this lesson, wasn't it? He tentatively stood beside a broom in the rows as the Professor told them what to do. He did as the professor said and raised his right hand parallel to the ground.
"Up!" he shouted, confidence in his voice; he had figured out the confidence thing in Charms class. The broom shot up towards William's hand. However, him being the tentative nerdy first-year that he was, he flinched and moved his hand out of the way. The broom smacked him in the face and he let out a yelp of pain.
"Agggh!" He said, clutching his face. For the first time ever, his face wasn't covered in blood from a nose incident. Rubbing his sore nose, William tried again, closing his eyes but keeping his arm rather still. The broom flew into his hands and he grasped it. He opened one eye, saw that the broom was safely in his hand, and he smiled. His face still stung with pain, though. |