38 Play Along, Potter
It was 3:20 in the afternoon. Ten minutes until the time most students in year one Gryffindor and Slytherin were either dreading or looking forward to.
Flying Class or, to be more exact, Broom Flight Class.
And to make matters worse, Draco hadn't calmed down from his morning rage yet!
Just having a look at his face, Casimir had already predicted that something bad was about to happen.
Broom flight class was taught by a lively professor with short grey hair and yellow eyes who was called Madam Hooch.
Like usual, the Gryffindors were slower than the Slytherins by quite a bit when arriving to lessons.
"Why do they always seem to insist on being late or almost late?" Theodore grumbled.
"There's quite a few mudbloods this year in that house. That's probably why." Draco snorted in disdain, glancing at one particular girl with messy hair.
Mm. Totally makes sense. Casimir rolled his eyes at Draco's obvious show of dislike for people with 'impure' heritage.
Casimir himself didn't quite understand the muggle-born wizards as well but, he didn't show it outwardly. To him, he and the majority of the muggle-borns can never see eye to eye since they always seem to complain about how unfair the treatment is for them when compared to the purebloods.
If Casimir were to be faced with such complaints by them, he would just retaliate by saying, 'If you hate it that much, then become powerful! So powerful that people will ignore your heritage and respect you for your own hard work!'.
Going back to the topic, the Gryffindors had finally arrived, officially starting their first joint flying class.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go stand by a broom!" Madam Hooch instructed, motioning towards twenty brooms that were placed on the ground in two neat lines.
"Alright, now, stretch your arm out towards your broom and say 'up'." Madam Hooch passed by the center of the rows, inspecting each one of the students to see if they were doing it correctly.
"Up!" The students said at the same time. Well, most of them did. With years of experience in handling brooms, Casimir and Draco just had to will the brooms to fly up to the skies with their minds, let alone, have them fly to their hands.
So, without any verbal commands, the both of them grasped their brooms, looking very experienced, receiving the praise of the professor.
Aside from them, Harry also grasped his broom on his first try, surprising many students since everyone knew that he had been raised by his muggle relatives and had no prior encounters with magic and brooms.
Soon after, when everyone had managed to grasp their brooms, the professor decided that it was about time they learned how to fly them. She then, began to teach them the correct posture on the broom and nodded to herself, satisfied after correcting the postures of many of the students.
Casimir and Draco had nothing to worry about though, already knowing exactly what to do. "At the sound of my whistle, you will launch yourselves on your brooms into the air."
Madam Hooch began counting down, preparing the students mentally. "One... Two..."
Suddenly, before she had even finished counting, Neville had suddenly flown off on his broom, surprising everyone. "Come back, boy!" Madam Hooch shouted but, Neville just kept rising higher and higher into the air, his broom losing control and swerving all over the place. It was no surprise when he fell off soon enough.
As soon as he fell, everyone heard a nasty crack. It was obvious that he had broken a bone somewhere. Casimir glanced at Draco and saw him smiling to himself. Well, as long as he's happy, I guess.
"Broken wrist." Madam Hooch muttered as she checked on Neville who was glancing around with a pained expression, seeming to be looking for something or someone. "Come on, boy. It's alright. Up you go."
"None of you are to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'. Come on, dear." Madam Hooch instructed severely as she left, supporting Neville.
"Did you see the look on his face?" Draco laughed loudly, obviously delighted by the retribution the boy got.
The other Slytherins joined him, laughing. Casimir just stood aside and watched, not stopping it nor, joining in. He just allowed Draco to do as he liked thinking that, sometimes, a person needs to express who they really are. Being repressed too much would do a person no good. Evil or not. And Draco, wasn't exactly a good person in the first place.
"Shut up, Malfoy." A Gryffindor girl snapped.
Oh? Someone actually had the guts to stand up to Draco? How brave... Or maybe stupid. Well, bravery and stupidity goes hand in hand so maybe both?
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom? Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati." Pansy mocked with a sick smile on her face.
Suddenly, Casimir noticed a familiar ball near him on the grass, glinting when the sunlight hit it. Curious, he picked it up.
"Hey! Isn't that Longbottom's stupid ball?" Draco said, noticing him holding the remembrall. "Good job finding it, Marie!"
Damn. Now, I look like a bad guy!
"Give it back, Proulx!" Ron shouted.
"Don't give it to them, Marie. Let's just wait for Longbottom and give it to him...personally." Draco sneered at Ron.
"Give it back." This time, it was Harry who spoke, making everyone grow quiet and watch.
Casimir sighed to himself and walked towards Draco, tossing the remembrall up and down his hand. "How about this... We'll play a game, Malfoy against Potter. The one who wins will get the remembrall."
"That's a great idea!" Draco immediately agreed to Casimir's proposal while Harry looked a bit more hesitant.
"Alright. We'll be playing something called Seeker Match. Draco should be familiar with this already, right?" Casimir glanced at Draco.
"We've been playing this game for years, Marie!" Draco declared arrogantly.
"It's pretty simple. I'll throw the ball far away and, the first one to touch it, wins." Casimir said.
"That's not fair! You two have been playing this for years and Harry's only touched a broom today!" Ron shouted at them.
"What? Are you chickening out?" Draco taunted, accompany by the jeers of the other Slytherins, riding his broom and taking off into the skies, hovering in wait for Harry.
"Casimir-" Harry was about to say something when he was suddenly pulled by the collar.
"Just play along for a bit, Potter. Draco has had a bad day and I'm just giving him a chance to vent a little. If you do this, I'll owe you a favor. How about that? I'll stop you guys if it gets out of hand anyways." Casimir whispered to him hastily but, for the rest of the students there, they just thought he was threatening Harry.
Casimir then, hurriedly let go of Harry's collar when he was done and backed away, sending a look to Harry who just sighed and nodded. "Alright, I accept."
"Harry, wait! You can't possibly agree to this!" The messy haired girl said. "Yeah, Harry! Did he threaten you into doing this?" Ron asked, glaring at Casimir. "And you can't even fly a broom!" The girl added.
Harry just replied with a wry smile and rode his broom, following after Casimir who had taken off before him.
"Alright. Both of you are ready?" Casimir asked, gaining a nod from both. "Begin."
As soon as he said that, he threw the remembrall and both of them hastily chased after it, neither one gaining distance from the other.
They were going neck to neck and, from time to time, they would shove each other, trying to outbalance the other off of their brooms. They brushed past the walls of the castle and nearly bumped into them, almost crashing into the windows and brushing above trees.
Then, the ball began to descend and the both of them swooped down, too concentrated on catching the ball that they didn't realize how close they were to crashing to the ground.
Casimir then, began to feel as if an accident was about to happen so, following his instincts, he speeded off towards them on his broom, flying past like a blur and, right before they crashed into the ground, he had pulled the both of them off of their brooms by the collar of their robes, saving them from certain doom. Well, certain injuries, at least.
Unfortunately, the remembrall wasn't as lucky as them, shattering to pieces the moment it hit the ground.
Nobody had the time to regret about that though, as three professors had suddenly appeared on the ground below them.
"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "Come with me."
"Malfoy, Proulx... In my office, now." Professor Snape grumbled.
When I said I wanted Snape's attention on me, I didn't want it to be like this! QAQ
And for some reason, Quirrell was also there, muttering about student safety and whatnot, getting constant warning glares from Snape.