It was the first day of flying classes, and all the little first years gathered around. Delilah was already bored. As the teacher spoke, it hardly looked as if she was listening at all, and so, she was made an example of.

“Moretti. Why don’t you come up here and show us how it’s done.”

In fact, her brothers had already taught her a thing or two about flying. They said they wanted her to be ready when she got to Hogwarts and not end up like Lily, who had fallen off of her broom and broken her collar bone.