Filled with tasty treats, Keefer sauntered over to pick of his small vial of potion. He grabbed one and held it up as if to inspect it. I wonder if it tastes good?

Seeing a clearing in the room, he walked briskly to it and closed his eyes. He wracked his brain, trying to decide which memory to use. In his mind's eye, he saw first the moment he had been Sorted into his favorite House. Nah, I can't remember that very clearly. It's just noise from cheering. He discarded this option.

After a few more rejections, he decided to dwell on the moment he had gotten his acceptance letter to Hogwarts. He could clearly picture the look on his mum and dad's faces, the feeling of bubbly giddiness welling up inside him as his dream became a reality. He remembered his joy at knowing he was going to Hogwarts, where he could finally be with kids his own age and learn to hone his skills.

After allowing this thought to fill him, he unstoppered the vial. Lifting it to his lips, he ingested a few drops. A light feeling came upon him. Gazing at the ground, he suddenly realized that his feet were no longer in contact with the floor. He was only a few inches off the ground, but it was still cool. He was used to it of course, but only with the aid of a broom.