Whomping Willow

Eyes wide, he yelled and pulled his broomstick handle upwards. Away from the harm of the branches, he floated there, breathing hard. He had almost flown into the Whomping Willow because of his reckless flying, wanting to show off his new broom to his fellow house mates by provoking the ancient tree.

“Is Malfoy scared” Blaise teased the blonde boy. “By a plant?”

“I would love to see you get up here Zabini, considering the fact that you’re a fat lump who doesn’t own a broomstick. “ Draco retorted. “And it’s a bloody attacking tree, not your average tulip, stupid!”