 Prof question, Olivia mention Gryffindor for life Notorious Niffler
Emmeline smiled back at Olivia. "No problem! Me too, actually." Sometimes. When she wasn't scared she was going to fall out of the sky and be the worst flyer EVER. Her stomach felt like it was home to a LOT of worms that kept wriggleing around inside, and she bit her lip as she waited for the teacher to start talking.
She listened as the professor mentioned that there would be two groups; which group should she go in? She did know how to fly after all, it was just landings -- and flying in straight lines -- that she had trouble with. But that was BORING stuff anyway, right? She waited to see what the other first years were doing, and it looked like most of them were going to stay on the ground. She supposed she should do that too, because even though the hoops were more fun, falling/crashing in front of everyone wouldn't be. And there were those worms in her stomach to remind her.
So she grabbed a school broom off the ground at random and trudged over to the professor with the other beginners, occasionally sending envious looks over to the kids already in the sky. She was surprised that they had to talk to their brooms; she had always just grabbed her brother's broom and pushed off. Maybe that was why it didn't like her?
Putting her school broom back on the ground, Emmeline gave it a very determined look and said, "Up!" But the dumb broom just laid there doing nothing. She frowned severely at it because she wanted to FLY, not play the broom's dumb games, and tried again. This time the broom rolled over on the ground! What! What use was it to her on the ground? Frowning severely at the broom, she said "up" AGAIN and the broom rolled over the OTHER way.
She was not going to stamp her foot at the broom or throw a tantrum; that reminded her too much of the part-troll boy in her year, James Summers. Still, she felt super frustrated. She looked around to see if the other first years were having any better luck. It looked like they were, because some of them were in the air. Emmeline frowned back at the Dumb Broom and wondered what she was doing wrong. Sighing, she decided that she and this broom needed professional help. After she raised her hand, she asked: "Professor sir, why is mine rolling on the ground?" But she said this in a small voice as it occurred to her that maybe the broom wasn't dumb after all, maybe the problem was that she didn't have enough magic... She looked down at the rolling broom with a now-dejected expression on her face. |