Minerva had her broom in her hand. She couldn't believe how much her heart was beating. Come on Min.. You have done this since first year, so you lived as a muggle all summer with your grandparents, it doesn't mean you forgot.. It's just like riding a bike. With that thought she cringed, she had never been good at riding a bike, she fell more then she rode. It was a horrible thing to watch really. So that was not the thoughts she needed before taking off.

Minerva shook her thoughts away, concentrate there are first years up in the air already Minerva...you can do this. Putting her broom between her legs and gripping the stick she closed her eyes taking one last breath. Then opening them again she pushed off the ground and shakily left the ground and went higher and higher. Sitting up in the air she looked down and felt butterflies in her stomach. She hadn't been this high in a long time and the last time she was a beater was beating her up pretty good.