At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Hermione and the other Slytherins hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance. There were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground, they didn't have to wait long for the Gryffindors to arrive. Henry and Ron glaring straight at them. Then their teachers arrived, Madam Hooch had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk, whereas James Potter had the same messy black hair as his son with the same brown eyes, as far as Harry could see there was no Lily Potter Potter in him at all, unlike Harry who still had her eyes. "Well, what are you all waiting for?" Madam Hooch barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."Harry glanced down at his broom in absolute disgust, It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles nothing like the expensive brooms he and Draco had gotten the year previous for christmas.