Today was the day that every Hogwarts student both anticipated and feared - the broom test. The air was thick with excitement and trepidation as each student, armed with their personal broom, prepared for their first flight. Many had already taken their turn, soaring into the sky with varying degrees of success.

Your turn was next. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you took a deep, steadying breath, pushing your fear aside. With a surge of courage, you mounted your broom, and with a swift kick, you were airborne. The broom climbed higher and higher, stopping mid-air. You couldn't help but smile, basking in the moment of triumph, the cheers from your classmates ringing in your ears.

But then, the unexpected happened. Your broom started to descend rapidly, and you found yourself unable to control it. Panic set in as the ground rushed up to meet you. Just when you thought you were about to crash, a figure darted out from the crowd.

It was a Slytherin student, your known adversary. In a surprising turn of events, he sprinted towards you, catching you in a bridal style just in time. "I'll save you this time. Don't expect me to save you again," he said, his voice a mix of annoyance and relief. He set you down gently, leaving you stunned and the crowd in an uproar. It was a day that Hogwarts would not soon forget.