This Gryffindor had organised her life much more since that one flying lesson before, when she forget to pick up a broom before class and totally humiliated herself. She had arrived well on time, broom in hand, appropriate footwear, and an attitude that was ready to learn. Of course, that was a lot to remember, so when she was greeted with a ball being thrown at her, Remy was nawt prepared.

Her natural instinct was to move out of the balls way, and that’s what she did. Perhaps Quidditch wouldn’t be a future career path for this first year. “Ooops.” She quickly picked the ball off the ground and threw it pathetically back to Professor Kazmi.

“Hello, Professor.” Remy smiled and was brave enough to stand beside Kinsay James, who she also smiled politely at.