Slytherin Girl
written by ✰ᴍᴀᴛɪʟᴅᴀ✰
This is the book about a Slytherin Girl - Sylvia, who's life changes when her father decides she cannot spend time with her 'mudblood friends'. So Sylvia runs away - she doesn't want to be at home any longer. Not allowed to be with her friends, she has been bullied in the past - she can't stand it anymore.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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The Flight
Chapter 6
A few minutes later, Ferdinand had asked his father if they could go to the shop round the corner, (he was lying, they were really going to go to Diagon Alley.) His father had replied, gruffly, but he had told him to come back before 5 o'clock.
"Sure," said Ferdinand. He went outside, and I followed him. But then I realised something. How would we get to Diagon Alley? It was miles from here, I bet. I told Ferdinand what was troubling me, and he brightened, and said, "We can just go on the bus!"
"On the bus?? Are you serious? No! The muggles obviously don't know about Muggles, and they never should! OK?"
"Um, OK," said Ferdinand quickly. "Well, what's your smart idea, then?"
"Do you have any brooms?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied briskly. "In the shed." He pointed to an old, falling apart shed.
I immediately strode over to it, and pulled two brooms from out of there.
"I don't know why, but they have names on them, like Comet Two Sixty, or something..." said Ferdinand. "An old man gave them to us... he had a top hat, and it always kept falling off. He was really weird though, but really funny. I liked him," he remarked.
"It would have been Dedalus Diggle." I sighed. "He's always going around muggle towns. But it's lucky though, that he gave you these brooms."
"Er, why?"
"Because, obviously, we're going to fly on them," I said, rolling my eyes. "Haven't you ever heard of Quidditch? Oh, sorry. Forgot you're muggleborn." I handed him a broom, (the worst one, Comet Two Sixty, and I got the other one, Comet 1,000. Hehe.)
"OK, mount your broom," I said, mounting my own.
Ferdinand awkwardly did so.
"It's going to be hard for you, to fly, because it's your first time flying," I said.
Ferdinand looked up at me nervously. "What if I fall off?"
"You won't," I reassured him. "Just hold on tight to your broom, and you'll be fine."
"OK...."
"Now...kick off the...ground!" Ferdinand and I kicked off the ground at exactly the same time. I saw that Ferdinand's knuckles were white because he was holding the broom so tightly, but he was astounded, at the same time.
"Now let's fly!" I said, and flew into the night sky. I looked behind my shoulder. Ferdinand was actually a very good one. He dodged a lamppost, and flew really well. He was much better than me when I had learned how to fly. When I was eleven, like him, I had tried flying a broom, and I had kept falling off.
"You're doing great!" I shouted. "Really great!"
"Thanks!" He shouted back. "And it's really fun!"
We flew on, and soon my hands were really cold. I wished I had brought mittens! Those were the only things that I hadn't packed. It was so annoying. But I held on tighter to the broom, and kept flying, Ferdinand right behind me.
"Sure," said Ferdinand. He went outside, and I followed him. But then I realised something. How would we get to Diagon Alley? It was miles from here, I bet. I told Ferdinand what was troubling me, and he brightened, and said, "We can just go on the bus!"
"On the bus?? Are you serious? No! The muggles obviously don't know about Muggles, and they never should! OK?"
"Um, OK," said Ferdinand quickly. "Well, what's your smart idea, then?"
"Do you have any brooms?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied briskly. "In the shed." He pointed to an old, falling apart shed.
I immediately strode over to it, and pulled two brooms from out of there.
"I don't know why, but they have names on them, like Comet Two Sixty, or something..." said Ferdinand. "An old man gave them to us... he had a top hat, and it always kept falling off. He was really weird though, but really funny. I liked him," he remarked.
"It would have been Dedalus Diggle." I sighed. "He's always going around muggle towns. But it's lucky though, that he gave you these brooms."
"Er, why?"
"Because, obviously, we're going to fly on them," I said, rolling my eyes. "Haven't you ever heard of Quidditch? Oh, sorry. Forgot you're muggleborn." I handed him a broom, (the worst one, Comet Two Sixty, and I got the other one, Comet 1,000. Hehe.)
"OK, mount your broom," I said, mounting my own.
Ferdinand awkwardly did so.
"It's going to be hard for you, to fly, because it's your first time flying," I said.
Ferdinand looked up at me nervously. "What if I fall off?"
"You won't," I reassured him. "Just hold on tight to your broom, and you'll be fine."
"OK...."
"Now...kick off the...ground!" Ferdinand and I kicked off the ground at exactly the same time. I saw that Ferdinand's knuckles were white because he was holding the broom so tightly, but he was astounded, at the same time.
"Now let's fly!" I said, and flew into the night sky. I looked behind my shoulder. Ferdinand was actually a very good one. He dodged a lamppost, and flew really well. He was much better than me when I had learned how to fly. When I was eleven, like him, I had tried flying a broom, and I had kept falling off.
"You're doing great!" I shouted. "Really great!"
"Thanks!" He shouted back. "And it's really fun!"
We flew on, and soon my hands were really cold. I wished I had brought mittens! Those were the only things that I hadn't packed. It was so annoying. But I held on tighter to the broom, and kept flying, Ferdinand right behind me.
