So after classes I used that MNT whatsit to go out to this old abandoned field up in Maine to give my new Firebolt a test drive. It was as cold as the antarcitic, but OH. MY GOD.
IT WAS SO AWESOME! AHH!
Pardon my caps, but it was just... Eeee! Oh, it was just WONDERFUL! I must have been flying for at least a few hours- I still can't quite feel my fingers or my nose, but who cares? Bloody fantastic. (Also, I should stop using British phrases. Darn you, Harry.) It just came so easily to me- I was quite surprised. I'm going to try and go out again in a few days. But uh... Does anyone know somewhere LESS likely to turn me into a Mickeycicle?
Magic on the other hand... Still working on that. I did manage to summon a bannana this morning, and it didn't smack me in the face this time. The book I summoned five minutes later, however, did hit me in the stomach. Ouch. But I guess that's still progress?