07 September 2020

MJs Hogwarts Journal Chapter 9


Wednesday 11th September
Oops! I didn’t realise that I haven’t written in here for a few days. I thought I did… maybe I dreamt it. Anyway, Josie was completely fine on Monday. I saw her walk into the Great Hall with Fabian and one of his friends at breakfast. Jed and I waved to her and she and Fabian waved back. I also made Jed hurry from Potions to Herbology with me, so that we had more time to talk to her – Jed wasn’t very impressed, but I felt better for doing it. So longs as Josie’s back to her normal self, that’s the main thing.

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I don’t have much to report on the lesson side of things, that is until this afternoon’s Flying class. This was the single most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me. Alright, so I managed to get the broom to zoom up to my hand a little quicker than the first time – that did feel awesome. It was like my first piece of magic. It made my right arm tingle as the broom handle pressed into my palm. It’s just a shame that it all went downhill from there.
Once most of the class had managed to summon our broomsticks, Madam Hooch commanded us to mount them. Holding both of my hands out over the broomstick I muttered, “Steady… steady… stay…” to it, hoping that the broom would listen to me and not move away. I’m not quite sure that’s how magic works, but if the broom listened to me shouting, “Up,” I could at least try a couple of other commands, even if nobody else did.
The broomstick bobbed up and down in a motion similar to the waves on the ocean. Seeing the rhythm, I managed to perch on the stick just as it dipped down. As the broom rose, my feet skimmed the ground. Pointing my toes, I tried my best to stay on the ground. I didn’t even look around at anyone else. I was too scared that if I took my sights away from what I was doing, I’d end up like Neville did last week. I couldn’t have that happen. I just couldn’t.
As the majority of the class had now mounted our brooms, Madam Hooch gave out her next orders. “On my whistle you will kick off the ground slowly. Guiding your broom, you will circle around the grounds before landing where you set off.” My heart raged in my chest. It crashed at my ribcage, trembled down my arms and rattled in my ears. Pinching my eyes shut, I threw a hand to my stomach as Madam Hooch strode past. “Three…” she shouted. “Two… one…” The whistle sounded. My eyes shot open. I dug my toes into the ground and pushed myself up – just a little bit though, I didn’t want to go too high.
Staring down at my feet, the ground seemed to blur below. My feet could only have been five inches above the ground, if that. But that was enough. I began breathing heavily. My chest jittered. My ears began ringing. I felt myself leaning too far too my right. I tried looking up. Everyone blurred past me. My throat tightened. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. My palms dampened. My grip weakened. I pinched my eyes tight.
Bang! My eyes shot open. The back of my head throbbed. A sharp pain shot from my neck to my shoulders and down my spine. Standing over me was a grey sleeve with an outstretched hand. Grabbing the hand, I was hauled onto my feet. “Good try there, soldier,” said Madam Hooch as she patted me on the back. “Nothing broken. You just toppled backwards over a few inches is all. Wanna give another go?” I shook my head.
“No thanks,” I panted, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks. A few inches? I fell of my broom only a few inches in the air? I could probably jump higher than I flew. How pathetic? And with everyone staring at me too. Oh, how I hope no one noticed.
I spoke to Jed afterwards and he didn’t seem to think that I did too badly. “That was a huge improvement,” he told me. “And it’s only your second lesson. You’ll get it, don’t worry.” I guess for now all I can do is pray that he’s right.

- Josie -

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