Zack eagerly raised his hand in the air. He loved flying, no matter what other people said about his skills. Especially his mother, who didn't seem very fond of the idea of him on a broom but allowed it regardless. Zack would just prove her wrong by excelling at it. The only downside was that his broom was a little bit old.
"Up!" Zack said when prompted. He knew this part, or at least had made sure that he wouldn't be too awful when it came to looking around at him. He grinned widely when the broom smacked into his hand, climbing with some agility onto it and whooping to celebrate his victory.
He balanced on the broom, trying to look at the other first years to see who might be better than him. Or who might be awful at this. His money was on the Hufflepuff girl who looked like she'd never touched a broom before.
[I volunteer as tribute so long as Zack can make Quidditch tryouts afterwards :P]
"Up!" Zack said when prompted. He knew this part, or at least had made sure that he wouldn't be too awful when it came to looking around at him. He grinned widely when the broom smacked into his hand, climbing with some agility onto it and whooping to celebrate his victory.
He balanced on the broom, trying to look at the other first years to see who might be better than him. Or who might be awful at this. His money was on the Hufflepuff girl who looked like she'd never touched a broom before.
[I volunteer as tribute so long as Zack can make Quidditch tryouts afterwards :P]