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Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy.

James nodded. "Rightly so, that little slimy Slytherin." He states darkly.

Both Lucius and Narcissa glare at him.

　　 Still, first-year Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins, so they didn't have to put up with Malfoy much. Or at least, they didn't until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday -- and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together.

　　"Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."

Aranya only grins. She didn't care about the class filled with Slytherins, she was excited for Quidditch. She loved that sport more than anything!
She was gonna try out for the chaser spot probably next year, seeing as first years can't enter.

James blinks at his niece. She loved Quidditch?

Lexi grins.

Beatrice smiles.

Harry had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.
　　
"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," said Ron reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."

Malfay certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters.

"Ha!" Sirius barks out a laugh. "That's the funniest shit I've heard!"

"Mr. Black! Language!" Professor McGonagall hissed.

He wasn't the only one, though: the way Seamus Finnigan told it, he'd spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick.

Even Ron would tell anyone who'd listen about the time he'd almost hit a hang glider on Charlie's old broom. Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly. Ron had already had a big argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their dormitory, about soccer. Ron couldn't see what was exciting about a game with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly. Harry had caught Ron prodding Dean's poster of West Ham soccer team, trying to make the players move.

Lily frowns. She quite liked Soccer.

Neville had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, Harry felt she'd had good reason, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.

"That's true." Marlene nodded while Frank frowns at his future son.

Hermione Granger was almost as nervous about flying as Neville was. This was something you couldn't learn by heart out of a book -- not that she hadn't tried. At breakfast on Thursday she bored them all stupid with flying tips she'd gotten out of a library book called Quidditch Through the Ages.

"A book you two actually like," Remus snorts, looking at James and Sirius.

Neville was hanging on to her every word, desperate for anything that might help him hang on to his broomstick later, but everybody else was very pleased when Hermione's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.