Essays and Broomsticks
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Chapter 9 – Essays and Broomsticks
It had been several days since Dawn’s ‘near death experience’ and she had pretty much avoided brooms fearing it may happen again.
Dawn wandered into the common room, after finishing a potions essay in the library. She’d left Hermione back there because she was still writing her essay and had already written twice as much as Dawn had.
Dawn spotted Harry and Ron in the usual corner of the common room. They were looking down at something, a long brown package.
“What’s that?” Dawn asked as she approached them.
“Harry just got this package in the mail. I wonder what it is.” Ron answered
Dawn looked at it curiously. “Well then, let’s open it.”
The trio pulled away the brown string and paper that was wrapped around the package, to reveal a very new and polished broomstick.
“Wow, it’s a Nimbus 200, that’s the newest model!” Exclaimed Ron with exhilaration.
“Who’s it from, Harry?” Hermione asked, appearing behind the group with a stack of books in her arms.
Harry noticed a note attached to the wrapping. He picked it up and read it.
“It’s from Professor McGonagall,” Her trailed off, reading further on. “Oh, I’ve got to go for Quidditch practice right now.”
Harry rushed off to the Quidditch field, leaving Ron, Hermione and Dawn behind in the common room.
“What’s that scroll, you’ve got there?” Ron said nodding in the direction of a large rolled up scroll of parchment in Hermione’s hand.
“Oh, that’s my potions essay.” She responded.
“Potions essay?” Ron asked, who seemed to be clueless.
“Yes, the one we got Friday and that’s due in tomorrow.” Dawn filled him in. “You haven’t done it, have you?”
Ron gazed at the girls’ disappointed and disapproved faces, also noticing that they were shaking their heads.
“Uh, I think I’ll go watch Quidditch practice.” He said quickly, not answering their question, and then rushed out of the room.
Hermione picked up one of her books and began to be absorbed in reading it, so Dawn decided to go for a walk just for the fresh air and the exercise. Since it was Sunday, Dawn hadn’t done much all day.
Even though it was late afternoon, the sun was still shining, the birds singing and it was a beautiful afternoon. Dawn took the liberty to explore the grounds, one of the reasons being because of the weather, the other being because she hadn’t really seen the grounds much.
She wandered down by the lake slowly, taking her time. The Quidditch field then caught her attention. She’d never seen Quidditch before, only listened long descriptions from several enthusiastic students.
It was a reasonably long walk to the Quidditch field from where she was walking, so it took a good ten minutes to reach it. By the time she had, the Griffindor team were finishing their practice. Ron was sitting in the stands talking with Harry.
“Hey, how was practice?” She greeted as she approached them.
“It was great. What were you up to?” Harry answered.
Dawn shrugged. “Nothing much, just going for a walk and thought I might come and watch. Looks like I’m too late.”
Dawn watched as Harry and Ron were enthusiastically admiring Harry’s new Nimbus 2000. As she did so, there was something ticking in the back of her mind, something that had been annoying her for a few days now. She took a deep breath and decided to find an answer to her concern.
“Harry, do you mind if I borrow your broom for a minute?” She asked politely.
He nodded and Ron held out the broom he’d been looking to Dawn. “Here you go, Dawn.”
She received the broom and walked down to the Quidditch pitch. Taking one last deep breath, she mounted the broom, closing her eyes, as if waiting for something bad to happen. She opened them again when she realised that nothing had occurred. She was still standing on the pitch.
She slowly kicked herself off the ground and angled up slightly, gently ascending higher and higher. When she felt that she had full control, she sped up, flying circles around in the air.
She felt this sudden rush, a great feeling with the wind rushing through her hair and the excited twist that was in her stomach. She felt a thrill as she glided smoothly through the air.
After some time, however, she remembered that it wasn’t even her broom she was on and also noticed that the sun was setting on the horizon.
She slowly flew back down, touched with the ground and de-mounted the broomstick. As soon as she had, she noticed that Harry and Ron were approaching her.
“Dawn! That was great.” Ron called out. “You’re a really natural flyer.”
Harry suddenly looked confused. “Then why did that flying class go so horribly wrong the other day?” He wondered.
Dawn nodded. “That’s what I want to know.”