Daniel nodded. He stuck his hand out over the broom. [color=0072bc]"UP!"[/color] He shouted with confidence and meaning, and the broom rose up slowly at first, but then finally shot straight up into his hand. Gripping it tight, he mounted his broom, and gave a strong kick off the ground, sending him up a few feet. His grip on it became tighter as he rose up, so that his knuckles were white. He rose up twenty feet, slowly, before checking his surroundings, and accelerating. He whizzed across the field, before turning around, and darting the other way. The wind stung
his cheeks as he flew.

He looked down at the students below him, watching him shoot around the field in awe. One boy nearly took him off his broom shouting, FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK as he flew by, but he stealing himself on his broom. [color=0072bc]"This - is - AMAZING."[/color] He said to himself before going back down. He thought it was only natural that he was good at it, since his father played, but another part of his mind said it was all him. His skill, his speed, and he agreed with that. Hopefully, he was good enough to make the team, even though many first years didn't.