"Up, come on, up, you stupid communal broom."
Elena said furiously as she took her "make-up exam" in the courtyard alongside the other first-year students.
Pomona could not help looking toward the Quidditch Pitch. Though she could not see it from here, she could "imagine" Joy's dazzling performance on the field.
If they were competing at a school like Durmstrang, where Dark wizards were everywhere, figuring out how to get out in one piece might be more important than winning the championship. But she could not let the old bat know she thought that.
Severus was a very serious man when it came to his work. He was not busy "training" Helena now because he had other things to do. Mandrakes infected by Dancing Acid could actually be used for more than antidotes. He was brewing a powerful Draught of Living Death, intending to make transformed Werewolves "fall asleep." The Ministry of Magic was not short of living test subjects now.
The Wolfsbane Potion could also make Werewolves "fall asleep," but that was because of the extreme dose of aconite. Even a little too much, and the Werewolf would truly "never wake up."
At last, Elena's broom obeyed her command and flew into her hand. Madam Hooch did not dare let her fly alone, and Pomona had not expected that after a year of flying lessons, she would still be like this.
When Remus had been at school, he had excelled in every respect. But because he regularly had several days of "weakness" every month, he had not joined the Quidditch team like James. Over time, people came to think he was a frail, sickly boy, so no one expected him to fly on a broomstick.
Back then, he had loved to smile, not merely because he had friends by