 Slytherin by heart
Kyle smiled when the professor knew his name. Even though he knew everyone's name, he still felt really special. After listening to the instructions, he grabbed a broom, placed it down at his left side, and held his hand over it. In his most authoritative voice he commanded, "Up!" It didn't stir. He frowned. But the professor said it would take a few tries.
Befriend the broom, huh? He remembered his time with Jace in the gardens, wrapping his magic around the other boy to joint-cast. Maybe he could do the same thing with the broom. He reached out with his magic, touching the broom with it, saying he was a friend. He commanded the broom again, but it didn't move.
He concentrated, closing his eyes, reaching out to the broom, wrapping his magic around it. Then, in an almost instinctive move, he commanded again, "Up!" The broom seemed to come alive and jumped into his hand. He smiled.
Mounting the broom, he followed what the professor said and leaned forward, pushing off the ground, though none too gently. He jumped up a few feet into the air with a jolt, surprising him and making him lose his balance, falling off the broom and onto the ground. He winced, more out of surprise than anything else. He commanded the broom to himself, and mounted to try again, pushing off a little more gently this time and managing to stay on. Then he leaned back a little and touched to the ground with ease.
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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