Alongside the Slytherins who were all clumped together were the broom, lying on the still damp grass, neatly in two rows, Neville had heard the Weasley twins complaining about how rubbish they were, apparently they would start to shake if you went too high and sole of them randomly darted in the wrong direction. This had made the feeling of dread Neville felt at the idea of flying lessons so much worse. He had never had much luck at home with brooms, he preferred to stay firmly rooted to the ground.