38 Play Along, Potter (1/2)

It was 3:20 in the afternoon. Ten minutes until the time most students in year one Gryffindor and Slytherin were either dreading or looking forward to.

Flying Class or, to be more exact, Broom Flight Class.

And to make matters worse, Draco hadn't calmed down from his morning rage yet!

Just having a look at his face, Casimir had already predicted that something bad was about to happen.

...

Broom flight class was taught by a lively professor with short grey hair and yellow eyes who was called Madam Hooch.

Like usual, the Gryffindors were slower than the Slytherins by quite a bit when arriving to lessons.

”Why do they always seem to insist on being late or almost late?” Theodore grumbled.

”There's quite a few mudbloods this year in that house. That's probably why.” Draco snorted in disdain, glancing at one particular girl with messy hair.

Mm. Totally makes sense. Casimir rolled his eyes at Draco's obvious show of dislike for people with 'impure' heritage.

Casimir himself didn't quite understand the muggle-born wizards as well but, he didn't show it outwardly. To him, he and the majority of the muggle-borns can never see eye to eye since they always seem to complain about how unfair the treatment is for them when compared to the purebloods.

If Casimir were to be faced with such complaints by them, he would just retaliate by saying, 'If you hate it that much, then become powerful! So powerful that people will ignore your heritage and respect you for your own hard work!'.

Going back to the topic, the Gryffindors had finally arrived, officially starting their first joint flying class.

”Well, what are you waiting for? Go stand by a broom!” Madam Hooch instructed, motioning towards twenty brooms that were placed on the ground in two neat lines.

”Alright, now, stretch your arm out towards your broom and say 'up'.” Madam Hooch passed by the center of the rows, inspecting each one of the students to see if they were doing it correctly.

”Up!” The students said at the same time. Well, most of them did. With years of experience in handling brooms, Casimir and Draco just had to will the brooms to fly up to the skies with their minds, let alone, have them fly to their hands.

So, without any verbal commands, the both of them grasped their brooms, looking very experienced, receiving the praise of the professor.

Aside from them, Harry also grasped his broom on his first try, surprising many students since everyone knew that he had been raised by his muggle relatives and had no prior encounters with magic and brooms.

Soon after, when everyone had managed to grasp their brooms, the professor decided that it was about time they learned how to fly them. She then, began to teach them the correct posture on the broom and nodded to herself, satisfied after correcting the postures of many of the students.

Casimir and Draco had nothing to worry about though, already knowing exactly what to do. ”At the sound of my whistle, you will launch yourselves on your brooms into the air.”

Madam Hooch began counting down, preparing the students mentally. ”One... Two...”

Suddenly, before she had even finished counting, Neville had suddenly flown off on his broom, surprising everyone.”Come back, boy!” Madam Hooch shouted but, Neville just kept rising higher and higher into the air, his broom losing control and swerving all over the place. It was no surprise when he fell off soon enough.

Thud!

As soon as he fell, everyone heard a nasty crack. It was obvious that he had broken a bone somewhere. Casimir glanced at Draco and saw him smiling to himself. Well, as long as he's happy, I guess.

”Broken wrist.” Madam Hooch muttered as she checked on Neville who was glancing around with a pained expression, seeming to be looking for something or someone. ”Come on, boy. It's alright. Up you go.”

”None of you are to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'. Come on, dear.” Madam Hooch instructed severely as she left, supporting Neville.

”Did you see the look on his face?” Draco laughed loudly, obviously delighted by the retribution the boy got.

The other Slytherins joined him, laughing. Casimir just stood aside and watched, not stopping it nor, joining in. He just allowed Draco to do as he liked thinking that, sometimes, a person needs to express who they really are. Being repressed too much would do a person no good. Evil or not. And Draco, wasn't exactly a good person in the first place.

”Shut up, Malfoy.” A Gryffindor girl snapped.

Oh? Someone actually had the guts to stand up to Draco? How brave... Or maybe stupid. Well, bravery and stupidity goes hand in hand so maybe both?