Bec let out a small sigh when the Professor pointed to the shed to grab a broom. Any broom would do? She had no clue which one would be good or which one would be bad so without thinking too much about it, the Gryffindor went in to the shed and grabbed the first broom that caught her eyes.

It was simple one, twigs stuck out at the end and she was sure the broom had been picked up and used many times before. Getting out of the shed with the broom in her hand, Bec waved her free hand at Vivian, the girl she had her first duel against and had lost. She then looked up at the sky and sighed heavily this time.

Why was the weather good NOW? She didn’t want to be here, she’d rather go explore the castle or do any other class. Stupid flying.