Robin raced down to the Quidditch pitch with her school broom from the shed in hand. Feet flying (pun intended) down the grassy slope to the field, coming to a stop at the edge of her fellow first years. A nervous murmer seemed to be settled upon the group as she tried to catch her breath.
Flying lessons.
She couldn't believe she was holding a broomstick and getting ready to fly on it! She felt ridiculous remembering how she refused to bring a broom trick-or-treating with her when she was a witch in first grade- she had though it was ridiculous to ride on a broom and that parents had made it up to get their kids to do chores or something.
Yep, definately felt ridiculous, and now to mention it, nervous.
Also extremely scared, terrified, and excited she looked around. Did she know any other first years yet? Well maybe the nervous energy would bring her together with the other kids. she smiled.
Let's do this |