Lana was excited to be back at Hogwarts for a second year, of course being back at Hogwarts meant summer was over and that meant that it'd be another year before she'd have the chance to visit Hawaii again but it also meant more magic and more friendships. Lana supposed she could give up her home for that. After all, adventures was what she lived for.
The year, the girl had managed to snag a cheap broom, feeling that after failing at flying lessons her first year, she should try to fly on her own. It probably wasn't one of her better decisions.
The dark sinned beauty raced down to the Quidditch Pitch, broom in hand and laid it on the ground telling it up. It would quiver and shake and rise and drop and she was quickly getting discouraged. How would she ever fly if she couldn't even get the broom into her hand? The girl let out a huff and took a small break, sitting her petite body on the grass of the Pitch, soaking in the sunrays. This would be so much easier if someone was nice enough to dedicate some time and teach her one on one, after all she could become a famous Quidditch star and bring them fame for coaching her!
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