[flying: year one, week one.]
The opportunities had seemed endless when the young boy first had arrived at Hogwarts. Mostly because it simply was so different from his home; even though he was a half-blood, his mother had made it very clear that she wanted to live in a real muggle way. Therefore, he didn’t know much else; sure, he had been taught a few useful spells from his father, but both of them would never go against his mother’s wishes cause she could be scary. Therefore, the young boy had never actually flown on a broom before. The only thing he had used a broom too, was to clean the floor whenever he spilt something. It, therefore, came as a shock to him that such a class like flying actually existed on Hogwarts. A place, where you actually didn’t use brooms to clean up after you. He wasn’t mad at his mother for never allowing him to try out this part of the magical world. He understood her concerns and accepted them. But, with the opportunity to finally try out something new, he was ready to take it.
“How exciting, right?” The dark-haired boy, Tommy Jones, stood and looked very passionate at the broom which their Professor had in his hands. William had met Tommy during their very first day at Hogwarts; even though the other one clearly was a Slytherin, it hadn’t scared the young Hufflepuff away. He wasn’t much for stereotypes, and even though he learnt all about it from his classmates, which had been a bigger part of the wizarding community than him, he simply refused to believe in them. He was sure that even a Slytherin could be friendly, which was why he hadn’t even thought twice before befriending the young boy. The blonde-haired boy looked shortly towards Tommy before a small smile found it’s way to his lips. Flying definitely seemed exciting, but William couldn’t help but be slightly nervous about the thought of having to fly - he had never been a fan of heights, and it honestly seemed much harder than he wanted to believe it to be.
“Yeah, sure is.” He answered in a low voice, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. He tried to listen carefully to what the Professor had to say, but quickly lost every kind of idea when he heard that they had to write a letter. He furrowed his brows slightly, as he tilted his head a bit. “A letter?” The young boy repeated as he heard Tommy snort. “I can’t believe it. Here, I thought that we were going to do something exciting, but we just have to write a letter?” The dark-haired boy placed a hand on his hip, as he licked his lips slightly. Then he shook his head, clearly impatient.
“I’m sure that he knows what he is doing,” William reassured him, as he caught one of the parchments which had flown directly towards him. His eyes quickly scanned the questions for anything exciting, but nothing really stood out for him. Yet, he decided to look optimistically on it. Tommy, on the other hand, looked like he just had been told that he should stand on one hand and drink a glass of milk. The young, blonde boy giggled slightly as he noticed the facial expression that the other one had across his face. It was first when Tommy heard his giggle, that he looked up. “What ya laughing at?” He asked, his Scottish accent being able to be heard clearly. “Nothing,” William answered him, still keeping his eyes on the other one. “What about just doing this quickly, and then getting out of here? I heard that there were some beautiful flowers down by the greenhouses. We should check them out!” He said cheerfully, which made Tommy shake his head slightly, but he didn’t dare to go against the other one’s wishes.
The two sat down in the grass, under a large tree. Luckily, it wasn’t that cold in August, but they could still feel the chilly breeze against them. William leaned his back against the tree, as he placed the parchment on his knee, beginning to think about what he should write. “About me…” He mumbled as he bit himself slightly in the lip, trying to think about what to write. “You could write about how you talk way too much.” Tommy joked. The young boy had laid down on his stomach, placing the parchment on a book from his bag. William shook his head shortly, a small smile placed on his lips by the other one’s dumb idea. “Hm, I mean… I guess writing my name would make sense.” He mumbled, mostly for himself to hear. On top of his page, he wrote the name William Orchild and his age, 11. Besides that, he drew a small badger to represent his house - Hufflepuff. The boy smiled slightly over the stupid drawing before he decided to move on. “Hobbies,” William repeated, as he looked over the questions again. He tilted his head slightly before he finally decided to begin writing something down. He definitely liked reading, and animals were also a big passion of his. Honestly, he really wanted to work with animals when he got bigger. Maybe he could own his own zoo? Oh, or maybe he could become a healer? There were so many things that the young one was interested in. In the end, he decided to write down how his hobbies mostly included looking at different animals, reading and hanging out with his friends; three completely normal hobbies.
His eyes quickly scanned over the next couple of questions. They were clearly quite easy to answer; he had never flown a broom before, because of his mothers which for no magic at home. And how he felt? Excited, yet nervous. Especially since he knew that so many people had knowledge within flying a broom, and he was one of those who simply didn’t know. He was most nervous about falling from the broom, considering that it seemed like it could hurt badly; but he had also heard lots of good things about flying from the older students, which gave him quite mixed feelings about everything. He quickly scribbled everything down in his very poor handwriting; he was just happy that it wasn’t him who was supposed to read it. A small smile fell on his face before he looked over the last question. Anything else he wanted to add? That was quite a wide question. He furrowed his brows slightly before he took a deep breath and began scribbling down; usually, he wouldn’t share much about himself with others, but he still felt like it was important that the Professor knew that he was terrified of heights, considering that he would soon have to cross that fear many times in the future.
“Are you done?” Tommy asked as he looked back towards William. The blonde boy looked shortly over his paper, before looking up at Tommy, with a nod. The young Slytherin student had that glimpse in his eyes, that showed how he had come up with some kind of idea, which he thought was brilliant. “What?” William asked, wanting to hear whatever idea he had come up with. “Let’s race! Whoever gets to the Professor first, has to do the other one’s Potions homework for the next three days!” Tommy exclaimed, as he quickly stood up and began running. William couldn’t help but do the exact same. Somehow, Tommy had developed some kind of competition gene inside of him - and he was not going to lose. Even though Tommy had the lead, he was not going to let the other one win that easy. It didn’t take long for him to get up on the other one’s side, and as they neared the Professor, it was clear that they managed to get there at the same time.
