 49% Dalmatian | | 51% Human
Damon sighed, looking down at the broom, he hadn't been in this class since his first year. Ugh, flying, how he hated it. "Up." Of course it didn't feel like listening... "Come on now, Up!" He demanded and it still stayed down. He sighed again, Stupid broom... "UP!" That time it finally rose up into his hand... Why did he take this class again? He looked over at Taylor, oh right... |