Although casting magic by yourself wasn’t allowed as a witch or wizard under the age of eleven, and outside of Hogwarts grounds, Amelia had a hard time trying to learn how to ride a broom before arriving at the castle. There were spare times where her mother or father would leave the brooms out with the Flying Charm enchanting them still, not thinking she had the nerve to get on one and give it a go. The little, clever Ravenclaw definitely did have the nerve a couple times, and had learned a lot of lessons in the short time she had to ride the brooms.
Being able to get on a school broom and practice on the training pitch was something else, though. The brunette finally had the freedom to practice something that had always meant so much to her, something just out of her reach. Although the school brooms were nothing in comparison to the flashy flying contraptions her family had back at home, they were durable and at least it was something. The feeling flying gave her was something she couldn’t quite find in anything else, and the eleven year old never expected to love it as much as she did.
With that feeling in mind, Amelia made her way down to the Quidditch Training Pitch that morning, looking to sharpen up her skills before tryouts. She’d trained as much as her free time would allow, but with all her other extracurriculars and trying to be ahead on homework took up a majority of her time. It was cold, but getting warmer every day. The wind was the only slightly irritating thing about the weather that early in the day. Getting her gear on in the changing room, the Ravens excitement grew more and more, it became almost palpable. With a toothy smile from what looked like ear to ear, the pureblood headed out on the pitch and took in a deep, fresh breath of air.
Mounting the school broom, she struggled for just a moment to find her balance. A thought briefly passed through her mind on how she couldn’t wait to be past her first year and able to bring her own broom to school. She’d save up all the money she could just to buy the state-of-the-art broom she wanted. Kicking off into the air, Amelia felt the wind blow through her dark curls and that exhilarating feeling of being high off the ground filled her body. She took some laps around the pitch, letting out a few hoots and hollers along her path. Nothing made her happier than this.