by Ms. Elsewhere » Monday 28 September 2009 3:36:02pm
Geneve' s heart lept into her throat and she nearly choked. Gwydion strode past her and she froze as still as death. He did not notice her as he left the room. She stole a look beyond at Nikolaus and Valencia, and decided it would be safe to make a break for the only door leaving the infirmary. She hoped against hope that Gwydion was not still in the hall. She slipped from behind the cabinet and almost wished for the ghostly spell she had used earlier to erase the sound of her steps to come back once more. It did, but this time she felt her lips move to the words of it. She smiled once she was outside of the door, and decided that she would carry a book with her and write down these spells as they revealed themselves.
She looked to the left, and then to the right of her. How was she going to get to her flying lesson before Gwidion? She did not want to be questioned; she was no match for a ministry official. Her lies were pathetic enough.. he would see right through them. She hurried down the first set of stairs she could find, and was grateful that they led all the way down to a door leading outside.
Students were gathering around a large lawn area, and she could not believe her luck. It was her flying lesson! On the ground were several old fashioned brooms, like bunches of twigs tied to a long handle. they were layed out in rows, and soon the other students were standing next to them.
"Take your places!" her teacher shouted. Geneve walked up to one of the brooms and stood as the others did. She held her breath.
"Right! Now, as we did last week, put your hand out, and with a firm voice, say "UP!" the teacher directed. Geneve looked down at the broom as if it were something that might bite her shoes. She put out her hand, cleared her throat and muttered "Up." The broom moved a bit, like an electric current had surged through it. Geneve put her hand down. She stared at the broom now, her mind moving too fast for her to understand. She felt as though she might throw up, so she closed her eyes, bend over and took some deep breaths. When she opened her eyes, she was floating above her broom, about an inch off the ground. As soon as she realised this, she fell to the ground in a heap.
"Get up!" her teacher shouted from a few feet away. "You have already missed two lessons, Ms. Riddle. How do you expect to learn if you don't take this seriously?"
Geneve sighed and knodded. Her teacher had not noticed what had happened. Geneve looked down at the broom and before her mouth even opened it was in her hands. Geneve looked up, pleased that it had worked, and then followed the lead of a few others who had mounted their brooms.
"Now grip it tight, we don't want you falling off the end!" the teacher scowled as she looked at one of the Griffindor students. Geneve followed her eyes and realised she was looking at Liam. Geneve smiled, loving that Liam was finally bad at something.
"Formation! Go!" there was a whistle, and the students took off one by one, flying in formation around the open area. Geneve pushed off the ground and joined them, holding on tightly. She was worried at first, but then she got the hang of it. Before, she had been flown by someone else on a broom, but this time, when she was in control, it was so much more... fun!
The group touched down and everyone held their brooms again. "Not bad for your first flight." a voice hissed out from in front of her. She looked up, and Albus was frowning at her. "I doubt there's anything you can't do, with your background." he said cruelly. Geneve frowned back.
"Jealous much?" Geneve put her hands on her hips and glared at Albus.
"You wish!" Albus laughed, but his voice shook a little.
"Ha! Albus Potter likes Geneve Riddle! Isn't that a funny turn! The Dark Lord's grand daughter and Harry Potter's little boy! Who would hav guessed it! Hahahah!" Scorpius Malfoy blurted out.
"Oh shut up, Scorpius!" Albus shouted. The other Slytherins snickered.
"Look, he really does like her.. his face is all red!" a boy with black hair pointed at Albus.
"Shut it, you lot, right now!" Liam came charging across the line and he stood beside Albus. Albus had indeed gone red, but he seemed more angry now than embarrrassed.
"Or what?" Scorpius scowled at Liam. "YOu'll bat your eyelashes at us? Pretty Vella boy, huh?"
Liam drew his wand. "I'll bat something all right..." Liam muttered, and he was just about to cast a curse when their teacher stepped in.
"LIAM DELACOUR! How DARE you draw your wand in my class!!!! Detention! And 10 points from Gryfindor!!!" she was furious. Liam continued to stare at Scorpius, and then his eyes shifted to Geneve. He stared at her now while he put away his wand.
"Sorry, Professor." he said simply. And Geneve felt her heart nearly crush inside her chest as his eyes drilled into her mind. He broke his stare and rejoined the line. Geneve gasped, realising she had not been breathing for that moment. She breathed deeply now to catch up and she looked over at Liam again. He was adjusting the buttons of his cloak near his throat. He undid the top two, and then looked at her again. Liam stood smuggly on the spot, and Geneve felt her own cheeks go red. He was so arrogant! She allowed her eyes to move back to Albus, who was so dark and angry with her he was staring past her like she wasn't even there. She sighed with relief when the Professor gave them their next instruction.