Oh great. A Cleansweep. It sounded like a Muggle TV commercial. Once she got hold of the broom, Annie couldn't help but tremble, really tremble and maybe forgetting what hand she was to use when getting a tight grip of it. Was it the right or the left? Then Professor Vindictus started to speak again, a few seconds after she joined the line for flying.

And there were boundaries. Annie didn't even mean to come to this class due to her panic towards heights, but she was to go over this, because she couldn't be afraid of something she was to be natural at, flying!! She took a deep breath, and looked around to where really those boundaries existed. It all looked logical, since no one could actually aparate except in the times of examinations.

Then again, she kind of buzzed again to herself, trying to remember which hand was to be held tight, and and...and...what to do next. But it was her left, it came kind of natural, normal...she wasn't ready for this. NO NO!! Slowly, and carefully, she mounted her broom, and with the signal to kick the ground with her foot, the broom started to move upwards, all...all...all...weirdly. "Ay...ay ayyy..." She was that nervous, words in mixed languages started to blurt out of her mouth, her head was probably twisting along her stomach. "Careful...careful. Come on, this has to be like riding a horse. I just have to calm down...right?" She asked to herself in a whisper, then tried to smile. The front end of the broom was this close to turn all the way down, although Annie just started to move backwards and her feet to an almost straight level, so the broom continued to move, though this time forward and giving the terrified girl a chance to breathe.

This was too much, too much for her heart. But she had to learn...or else her life at Hogwarts would mean like nothing, just because she didn't learn how to ride a simple Cleansweep!!