Tiffany stopped staring at the other students zooming around her and decided to try again. It had to work this time. She knew it was probably because she hadn't ever done magic before Hogwarts, but then again, several students were Muggle-borns.

She sighed, holding out her hand above her motionless broom. "Up!" She cried, a little too loudly. The broom started vibrating softly, then, to her surprise, it shot up into the air, hitting her hand with so much force that her eyes watered. Tiffany took a deep breath, before sitting on her broom. She kicked the ground, her brain repeating the words annoyingly in her head: I'm going to fly! I'm going to fly!

A sudden rush of cold air hit her face as she took off. Her hands were aching from her grip on the broom. It was the best feeling ever. All thoughts were blocked out by the sound of rushing air, and the feeling of freedom, of happiness. Tiffany didn't dare look dow, but she could tell that she was getting higher now. Maybe she should get down now? But how? She ducked her head, and suddenly she was zooming down, heading straight for the grass below. "How do you stop?!?!" She screamed, as cold air filled her lungs. Her voice was drowned out by the air's fierce roaring noise. She tried to tilt her body, but that just turned her to the right. She regretted this move immediately. She was now heading straight for a tree. She was going to hit it! "Heellp-"

CRASH!

Tiffany groaned, rubbing her forehead which had she had hit on the tree during her crash-landing. That was nothing though, as she remembered the broom. She spun her round, to see it motionless on the grass, not a single scratch on it. Great.