"Up!" All around him brooms began to rise into the hands of his year mates. Harry's broom had shot straight into his, Neville could see him out of the corner of his eye. Some rose slightly but fell back to the floors, others just rolled around on the floor lazily. After a few minutes of trying Madam Hooch gave up and told the rest of them to just pick it up, Neville could feel his cheeks burning bright red.