Audrey had gone to Ariana's house over the summer and gotten the hang of flying on a broomstick (the idea that witches actually flied on broomsticks still made her giggle if she thought about it too long), but another flying lesson would definitely help her out. She was muggleborn, so it's not as if she'd grown up around people flying on brooms.

The short girl grinned at the teacher. "Good Morning, Professor James!" she said happily. She'd taken a couple minutes last night trying to get all her teachers' names down.

Audrey eyed the broomsticks. Flying was still amazing to her; she'd only learned about it a month ago. She couldn't wait to start.