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MadMadamMalfoy · 02-02-2021, 03:39 PM

Since that ill-fated dive-and-pull-up lesson earlier in the term, Flying had shot to the top of Heath’s “Most Likely to Drop After OWLs” list. That meant he still had several months of flying lessons left, assuming he didn’t get blasted out of the sky and die before then. Although nothing weird had happened since that lesson, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t last. That feeling had been all but confirmed when he’d arrived to see those splintery brooms on the ground. Let me guess, the hood brood got tired of using their wands to blast students out of the sky, so now they’ve bewitched those brooms to do it for them? He thought darkly. Then another, even scarier thought occurred to him. Would that treatment eventually extend to halfbloods like him?

He had just enough time to greet the professor and sit on the ground near Claudine and several other students before the lesson began. He looked to the professor, listening intently, and his mood instantly deteriorated. He already knew that muggles - and thus, half of himself - were considered inferior to wizards! There was no need to keep reminding him. Despite his thoughts, no sign of his emotions showed on his face as he considered the question.

The obvious answer was that magical brooms were charmed to fly, but that seemed a little too obvious to satisfy any hoods that might be spying. Better think of something else, just to be safe! Heath’s dark eyes darted from the school broom in his hand to the muggle brooms on the ground, and he noticed differences in their appearances. His hand went up, and he said, “Magical brooms are designed to be aerodynamic, so they look a bit different from muggle brooms. For example, this broom’s twigs are smoother and more compact than a muggle broom.” He held up the school broom to demonstrate his point.

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MadMadamMalfoy Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,149 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Seventh Year	Been here all along! ;) Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ ❄ Showtunes > Everything ❄ ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Since that ill-fated dive-and-pull-up lesson earlier in the term, Flying had shot to the top of Heath’s “Most Likely to Drop After OWLs” list. That meant he still had several months of flying lessons left, assuming he didn’t get blasted out of the sky and die before then. Although nothing weird had happened since that lesson, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t last. That feeling had been all but confirmed when he’d arrived to see those splintery brooms on the ground. Let me guess, the hood brood got tired of using their wands to blast students out of the sky, so now they’ve bewitched those brooms to do it for them? He thought darkly. Then another, even scarier thought occurred to him. Would that treatment eventually extend to halfbloods like him? He had just enough time to greet the professor and sit on the ground near Claudine and several other students before the lesson began. He looked to the professor, listening intently, and his mood instantly deteriorated. He already knew that muggles - and thus, half of himself - were considered inferior to wizards! There was no need to keep reminding him. Despite his thoughts, no sign of his emotions showed on his face as he considered the question. The obvious answer was that magical brooms were charmed to fly, but that seemed a little too obvious to satisfy any hoods that might be spying. Better think of something else, just to be safe! Heath’s dark eyes darted from the school broom in his hand to the muggle brooms on the ground, and he noticed differences in their appearances. His hand went up, and he said, “Magical brooms are designed to be aerodynamic, so they look a bit different from muggle brooms. For example, this broom’s twigs are smoother and more compact than a muggle broom.” He held up the school broom to demonstrate his point. __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...