Harry Potter

Autumn has finally come and paid her very first visit to Hogwarts. Leaves started to fall from every trees and became the only carpet for the ground. With the wind blowing and brushing your hair softly, it's best for pinics and outings and most importantly as for a student studying in this magical school. It was best for some Quidditch practices on this breezy day.

The lion made his way to the Quidditch Pitch, bringing his own broomstick along. He exhaled as he took the box out which he always used it to practice, even when the other members were not around. He loved practicing alone because he thought that it would be the only way for him to think and enjoy all by himself, without others disturbing. "I miss you so much, my dear broom,"he whispered to himself, touching the feathers of his broom and threw his body over it. He was ready to get started, enjoy this lovely practice under those little breezes.

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Just as he got himself settled down a bit, the broom started shaking from right to left, as if it was trying to throw him away. He cling onto it so hard, he didn't want to fall off from the sky, he didn't want to be in the Hospital Wing once again. But he just didn't know what he should do. Harry started to panic, but still squeezing his hands hard and clutched it still. What should I do now? Help!