Professor Rupert Giles and his assistant Alexander Harris prepared for their first class. They had pushed all the desks to the back of the room. Mats were placed on the floor to soften the landing of those who hit the floor. The time for their class was nearing as they heard some of the students coming. The first year Gryffindors were sharing the class with first year Slytherins. The first ones to enter were Buffy, Oliver, and Willow. The three sat down at breakfast and found that they had quite a bit in common. They were becoming friends fast. The rest of Gryffindor and Slytherin soon followed them.
“Everyone have a seat on the floor and we will begin.” He waited for everyone to get settled before continuing.
“As you all know from yesterday I am Professor Giles, your new Muggle Defense teacher. In this class I will be showing you how to defend yourself in the Muggle world. In the Muggle world you are not suppose to use your magic. This class will also help you should someone de-wand you. We’re going to start the class with some basic moves and then move up to weapon use. Your grade will depend on how well you do and how hard you try. We’re going to start this class with a demonstration. Xander get the staff’s out.”
Xander went behind his desk and grabbed the two staffs. He tossed one to Giles.
“Whenever you are G-man.” Giles brought the staff down toward Xander.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?”
The two fought amazingly. Neither was giving nor gaining ground. The students watched in awe. They had never seen moves like this before. They were shocked even more that a boy their own age was holding his own against the professor. When the two finally stopped the class broke out into applause.
“I don't expect you lot to able to do this. It takes years of practice to get it perfected. I have been training Xander her for almost two years. We have a little time left before class ends and I’m going to show you a basic punch.” He demonstrated a basic punch. “Always keep your shoulder up. That's all the time we have for today. Practice that punch and I'll give twenty points to the house that can perform it best.”
The class left talking excitingly about the class.
Transfiguration was their next class. The class went fairly well since Professor McGonagall told them to read the first few chapters of text the entire class. Gryffindor and Slytherin first years made their way to the open field for flying practice. They moved toward the brooms and waited for Madam Hooch. They didn’t have to wait long as she came walking down the middle pulling on her flying gloves.
“Good morning class.”
“Good morning Madam Hooch.” Both houses said at once.
“Welcome to your first flying lesson. Let's get started now. Step up to the left side of your broomstick. Hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, UP!'”
Buffy put her right hand over her broom and said “UP!” The broom flew up to hand on the first try. She was pleased with herself that she had done it so quickly. Looking over at Oliver, she saw that he hadn’t gotten his broom up yet.
“With feeling.” Madam Hooch said.
Oliver tried again and that time it came to his hand. On her other side Buffy noticed that Willow hadn't gotten her broom up yet. Her voice sounded kind of nervous to Buffy. After waiting another ten minutes those who hadn’t gotten their brooms up were helped up by Madam Hooch.
“Now, once you’ve got a hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight. You don’t wanna be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment…then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two…”
Fweet was the sound the whistle made. Everyone kicked off just right, hovered for a second, and touched back down.
“Excellent job everyone. Now let's try something a bit more complicated. Ms. Rosenburg and Ms. Summers, I would like you both to fly from here to that wall and come back. On my whistle.”
This time when the whistle blew Willow was so nervous that when she kicked off she flew like a rocket. She was flying kind of wild. Buffy who had lifted off fine, hovered watching.
“HELLLP!” Without thinking about what she was doing Buffy spurred her broom forward.
“I'm coming Willow.”
Buffy flew fast following behind Willow’s broom. The broom skyrocketed upwards. Willow tried to hold on but as the broom kept going up her grip gave away.
Buffy moved her broom under Willow catching her. The broom went down a little upon her impact.
“I’ve got you Willow.” Buffy said hovering while she tried to calm a very frightened Willow.
“Buffy! Look out!” She heard Oliver's voice call out. Willow's broom was moving on its own and heading straight for them. “Hold on tight to me Willow.”
Buffy reached around Willow and gripped the broom tightly. Before she could get it moving Willow's broom tried to knock them off hers. Kicking with her feet she knocked the broom away. She dodged the broom but it continued to follow them. Buffy decided to put them in a steep dive. Willow's broom followed closely. As they got closer to the ground Buffy pulled up and the broom leveled out and flew straight. Willow's broom didn't pull out of it and hit the ground. Buffy finally set her broom down. With both of them on the ground Buffy could feel Willow shaking something fierce.
“Willow you alright?” She shook her head no.
Immediately students were cheering and congratulating her as they surrounded them. Madam Hooch, carrying the broom, and Oliver made their way to Buffy and Willow.
“You two alright?” Madam Hooch asked as she began to look the two over.
“I think Willow’s in shock. Strike that Willow just fainted.” It was true. Willow had passed out and the only thing keeping her up was Buffy.
“Let’s get her to the hospital. How about you Ms. Summers?”
“A little bruised but otherwise okay.”
“You did a good thing today Ms. Summers. I’m awarding you twenty-five points for your quick thinking in saving Ms. Rosenburg and another twenty-five for your flying. With flying like that you’re assured an A+. Class dismissed. Mr. Wood, Ms. Summers, will you give me a hand with Ms. Rosenberg?”
They had gotten Willow to Madam Poppy Pomfrey. She informed them that Willow would be okay. Pomfrey turned toward Buffy.
“How are you feeling my dear? You’re looking a bit pale.”
“I’m okay. Just a few bruises and coming down off an extreme adrenaline rush.”
“Well take this piece of chocolate. It will help put a little color into your face.”
“Thank you Madam Pomfrey. We better go Oliver if we're going to make it to potions on time. We still have to grab our gear for his class.” As the two of them were leaving Professor Dumbledore was coming in. Buffy bumped into him.
“Sorry about that Professor.”
“No harm done my dear. I was hoping you were still here. I would like to talk to you. Mr. Wood, could you deliver this note to Professor Snape for me?”
Dumbledore went over to Pomfrey’s desk and wrote out his letter. He sealed it with his wand and handed it to Wood.
“The letter covers you being late and Ms. Summers absence.” Oliver accepted the letter and turned to Buffy before leaving.
“You sure you’re alright?” She nodded yes.
“I’ll see you later.” This time he nodded and left to get his books.
“You've got a good friend in him.”
“Let's go to my office and talk.” They walked through the empty corridor of Hogwarts.
“Not how you thought your first day would go huh?”
“Not exactly. Hogwarts isn’t always like this is it?” Dumbledore chuckled.
“No my dear. We do have a quiet day now and then.” They entered his office. “Have a seat. Would you like some tea?”
“That would be nice. Thank you.”
She watched as he took out his wand and levitated two teacups. One cup landed in front of her. The teakettle floated her way next filling her cup. It then floated to his cup and filled it. They sat quietly sipping their tea. Buffy was wondering what it was Dumbledore wanted to talk about.
“After your flying incident I thought Professor Snape might be a bit overwhelming for you.”
“How did you know-?”
“What you were thinking?” She nodded. “Your face is like an open book.”
“That obvious huh?” He chuckled again.
“Your color is returning. That’s good.”
That was where Buffy had stayed until a few minutes before her next class. Dumbledore had shared a few stories with her about when he was attending Hogwarts.
After leaving Dumbledore’s office she met up with her classmates at lunch. They then had a free before going to Muggle studies. They had one more class before the day was over and that was Charms. She was glad to see that Willow had returned to class. Levitating a feather was their first task and the only who was able to do it was Willow. That being their last class of the day they headed for dinner. The halls of Hogwarts were strangely emptied. They were headed for the Great Hall and when they entered everyone went quiet. The sound of applause replaced the silence. Buffy looked around to all the students and the teachers clapping. Her face went a bright red from a sudden attack of shyness. Dumbledore stood up and the crowd immediately quieted.
“I believe that Miss Summers has been quite thoroughly embarrassed. Shall we begin this banquet?”
Buffy and Oliver found their spot at the Gryffindor table. Their classmates had saved two spots for them in between Willow and Percy.
“Buffy, I want to thank for saving my life today.”
“I’m just glad your okay.” The two girls hugged before sitting down.
Buffy looked up at the teacher’s table to see Dumbledore and Hagrid’s eyes twinkling merrily. She smiled at them and then began to eat.
“Buffy, where did you learn to fly like that?” Percy asked.
“I was flying before I could walk. Mom used to tell me that it was the only way she could get me to sleep. She used to take me flying when my dad worked late which was quite often. Last year I started taking her broom out on my own. The more I did the better I got. Then I started trying more daring stunts.”
“Have you ever considered trying out for Quidditch?” Charlie asked her.
“Quidditch? What's that?”
“You never heard of Quidditch? Let me guess you live in the muggle world?” Simon Waters asked. He was sitting on the left side of Charlie. She nodded.
“Mom was a witch. My dad is a muggle. Mom didn't talk much about magic. Dad didn’t like it. So tell me what Quidditch is?”
“Quidditch is the best sport ever. It’s a fast, exciting, dangerous game played upon brooms. It consists of two teams with seven players each.” Simon started.
“You have three chasers, two beaters, a seeker, and a keeper. The chaser uses a ball called a Quaffle to score. The beaters try their best to keep two balls called Bludgers from hitting you. They are nasty little buggers that if they hit you really hurt.” Charlie said.
“Now the Keeper is supposed to keep the opposing team Chasers from scoring. That my position the team.” Simon said continuing. “Now Charlie is our seeker. He has to try and catch this golden ball called the Golden Snitch. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see. It’s a shame first years aren’t allowed to try out. You'd probably make a fair Chaser.”
For the rest of the dinner the three told Buffy about Quidditch. The more she heard about it the more interesting it became.