[u][i][b]In the Hospital.[/b][/i][/u]

"Oh..." Mrs. Longbottom watched the two girls leave. Once they were far enough away to guarantee that they would not see, she allowed her face to fall into a deep expression of concern.

"Dani..." Of course she had been informed of the girl and her peculiar condition during the summer. She would have liked to examine the girl herself, but she had been cautioned against it. They wanted to treat Dani like every other student, and so she would only see the hospital when she had a bump or bruise that needed mending. How normal was her experience so far? Was Wade picking on the poor girl? She would talk to Neville about it later... He would have some sound advice. She would also have liked to have a word with the head of Slytherin house about Wade... Yet... She never felt comfortable speaking with [i]him[/i], she probably never would. 

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[u][i][b]The Office of Headmistress McGonagall[/b][/i][/u]

"Have a seat." The Headmistress folded her hands on her desk. "If Mrs. Longbottom believes you are well enough you may return to your classes today. I know your next class is [i]flying[/i] which is quite dangerous. I have already sent a letter to Professor Wood in case you do not feel ready to participate today." 

"I'll not keep you from class long if you do not wish it. First should like to hear your version of events..." 

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[u][i][b]
Table Slytherin[/b][/i][/u]

Caelum was glad to see Chandler well. "I don't really know what it is either. The Quid... Quid... thing..." She trailed off a bit embarrassed by her ignorance, though she was not alone in it.

"I'm glad that you are feeling better." All from trying to cast a spell, it made her worried about casting spells herself. Was her wand a tool or a stick of dynamite waiting to burst? "I think we have flying next... Are you going to be okay to fly?"

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[u][i][b]In the Courtyard[/b][/i][/u]

Professor Oliver Wood waited in the middle of the courtyard. He had his own broom in his hand. His was a long and aerodynamic model, the paint was beginning to wear away form years of use. It was painted red and yellow, the bristles were black and neatly braided and arranged at the bottom of the broom for optimum aerodynamics.

Beside him was a basket full of brooms... These were crooked branches with twigs and straw bunched up at the end. They truly were solid, steady, reliable flying devices, perfect for beginners! But they were not pretty.

He waved at the students as they arrived. "Here they are, first years first time flying. Go ahead and pick one out, but don't try taking of yet. You'll break your neck most like... I hear you first years are troublemakers already. Good job fellas. You'll be flyin' in no time at all if you can be patient and willing."