Jessa’s arms were stretched to the sides, struggling to keep her balance on the broom. A small crowd was gathered down on the grounds. The blonde boy was hovering opposite of her, a smirk was playing on his face giving it a rat’s look. Ekh. It was a dare between them, who’d last on a broom in the air with no hand support. Even though neither one was on the quidditch team, Jessa thought she had the advantage with her running and stretching routines. Now, after half an hour, it was proving to be really hard to keep your legs wrapped around the broom without wiggling your bottom a little.

“Feeling stiff yet, scrawny?” The boy sneered, though an owl fluttered up above forcing him to dive towards the ground.

“HA!” Jessa exclaimed, clutching the broom and making her way down after him. The crowd had dispersed for them, but before she had her feet on the ground, the boy’s wand was pointing at her legs and next thing she knew she was face-planted on the grass.

They earned a detention and spent the day at the Healer, but Jessa had a stupid, victorious grin on her face.