Lesson One - First year

Savannah grinned, but there was absolutely no happiness or joy on her face. Sighing, she turned towards the brooms. Eying them with a slight glint in her eye, she chose a broom in the middle. So everyone can see me. Standing by it, she returned her gaze to Professor Dohery. "Ready." she said half-heartedly.

Storm looked round at the brooms. She had never been afraid of heights, and felt nothing but a tiny tickling sensation in her stomach. She decided on just some random broom and rushed over to it exitedly. "Ready."

Isabel gulped. "Ready," she said. Well, halfway ready, she knew there was a small chance that she would fall to her doom-
No. Bad Izzy. Don't think about that.

The command that Proffessor Doherty instructed them to repeat didn't sound so complex - one word! Kirsten swallowed nervously. Maybe there was a trick to it ... or knowing her luck so far with trying magic it was very simple and she was just incompetent. She sighed, watched how easily the Proffessor's broom flew up into her grasp, and glowered down at the broom before her. She would do this!

"UP!" Kirsten said in the strongest voice she could manage. The broom ignored her.

"UP!" she tried again, feeling much more determined. "UP!"

And to her greatest surprise, the broom flew neatly off the ground and into her waiting hand. She grasped it with a smile, beaming internally at her very first success at Hogwarts.

Up. It was all she had to say to get the broom into her hand. It couldn't be that hard, seeing as Kirsten had already done it. And besides, Savannah had ridden a broom before. Though it'd been handed to her, she didn't think it could be hard to simply get it into her hands.

Staring down at the broom on the ground, she bit her lip softly, holding her hand out, "Up." The broom lurched ever so slightly, but didn't get off the ground. Wincing, she tried again, "Up!"

It shot up into the air, but didn't quite reach her hand. Glaring down at the broom, she said it again, feeling very annoyed, "Up!!"

This time, the broom shot up into her hand. Sighing, she grinned, staring at the broom in her hand.

Azrali grinned as she listened to Professor Doherty talk about using the "Up" command. That was simple. Her mom had taught her that when she was younger. She adored flying and was itching to do this.

"Up!" She commanded calmly. The broom floated up to her hand, and she grasped it firmly, but loosely, and smirked.

Being a muggleborn, Storm hd no idea how to do that. It seemed easy enough, so she reached out and placed her hand over the broom.
"Up," she said, feeling incredibly stupid. The broom merely twitched on the ground, so she tried again.
"Up!" Storm felt a lot more confident. Surprisingly, the broom shot up into her hand. "Wow."

Azrali grinned and hopped on her broom, pushing off with her feet lightly, and hovering about a foot in the air over just ten centimeters. She itched to fly more, "Professor, may we just fly around the pitch?"

Sitting on her broom, she glanced around the field at the other students before faking a grimace and pushing against the ground. Flying up with ease, she stopped beside a fellow Gryffindor, nodding in agreement with her.

"Oh gosh, here goes," Kirsten mumbled, rather unenthusiastic. UP! had been fine ... but hovering ... well, she would just have to try it and see, she supposed.

With a new, resolute face of determination, Kirsten squared her shoulders and gracefully mounted her broom. You're a Cresswell, she thought to herself of course you can do this!

She attempted to relaxe herself and steady her pounding heart with a few deep breaths. As she did so, Azrali and Savannah alighted their brooms with ease and ascended just as the Proffessor had demonstrated.

Determined not to let Savannah outdo her, Kirsten gave a little push off the ground and willed the broom to guide her. With minor hesitation from her wooden counterpart, finally, with sufficient grace, Kirsten and her broom rose into the air and remained hovering at the allocated height.

She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled quietly to herself, content with succeeding.

Storm sat on the broom, feeling quite okay for having no idea what she was doing. She pushed hard off the ground, and actually felt herself lift into the air. She then flew over to the others, feeling downright weightless.

"Sorry," Storm muttered. She had absolutely no idea what had been going on, and lowered herself.
"How did I get up there?" she thought.