"Just because you're on the quidditch team and I'm not doesn't mean I don't know how to fly just as well as you, Sirius Black!" If she hadn't been so focused on concealing her growing panic whilst desperately to heed his advice, she probably would have had the presence of mind to stop herself from snapping at him as much as she did. The broom was starting to right itself finally but at the last second rolled back. Her hands lost purchase on the handle of the broom and she found herself dangling upside down like a fruit bat, her legs the only thing keeping her from plummeting to her untimely death. She made an odd squealing noise that ended in something like a hiccup; her scream caught in her throat as she accidentally inhaled a gulp of very cold air. She choked and spluttered and in the meantime her leg muscles started to relax.

She realized what was happening just in time to save herself from falling off, but not in time to stop her robes from coming loose from where she'd had it tucked around the broom. This was why Great Aunt Jessamine had forbidden her from flying broomsticks. "NO!" She grabbed the lower half of her robe and tried to hold it up to where it was supposed to be. "Don't look at me!" she shouted at him, her face bright pink both from being upside down and the embarrassment. She had plenty of layers on but he didn't need to know what they looked like. Merlin's beard the whole school didn't need to know either. This was definitely going to be the worst day of her life and it might even be the last day of it too!

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