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POSTING AS RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS 
Learning to fly was one of Riddle's dislikes. Though he longed to be the best at it, as his mother told him he had to be at everything. So, here Riddle was, not even during Flying Lesson hours, trying to work the broom. "Ah- You little-" Riddle forcefully grabbed the broomstick that was acting a bit like one of those flamingos you'd find in Riddle's hometown. The broomstick suddenly curled and whacked Riddle in the face with its' bristles then returned to normal.
Riddle's face turned a bright red in anger and then shouted, "That was not needed, you damned broomstick!" He shook it a bit, only for it to slip out from his hands, making Riddle fall over and the broomstick zipped off. Riddle let out a frustrated sigh, but stayed on the ground, facefirst. He needed to lay there for a while or else he'd probably break that broomstick...
Learning to fly was one of Riddle's dislikes. Though he longed to be the best at it, as his mother told him he had to be at everything. So, here Riddle was, not even during Flying Lesson hours, trying to work the broom. "Ah- You little-" Riddle forcefully grabbed the broomstick that was acting a bit like one of those flamingos you'd find in Riddle's hometown. The broomstick suddenly curled and whacked Riddle in the face with its' bristles then returned to normal.
Riddle's face turned a bright red in anger and then shouted, "That was not needed, you damned broomstick!" He shook it a bit, only for it to slip out from his hands, making Riddle fall over and the broomstick zipped off. Riddle let out a frustrated sigh, but stayed on the ground, facefirst. He needed to lay there for a while or else he'd probably break that broomstick...
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