Narrative Essay Final Draft

Narrative Essay Final Draft

Today is Saturday, and that's when the weekly quiddich matches take place. Harry hasn't used me for a long time because he uses his doggone Nimbus every time. So when Harry lost his Nimbus, I was very pleased to have a rival removed. He used me today, so at first I was in a fairly good mood.

The game was about to begin, and I was admiring the huge, spacious stadium. Harry sat on me. Whoa! He must've had a lot of McDonalds since the last time he used me. I wasn't so happy after that. I flew up and prepped for the game. It was autumn and from the birds eye view, I could see Hogwarts, and the whomping willow was changing its shade of leaves to a bright tangerine orange.

The ref blew the whistle and the game started. It was against Hufflepuff. I flew in the quiddich stadium this way and that, dashing faster than the other brooms, who were evidently stunned with paranoia, admiring my amazing skills. I saw a Shortstick 50, which was a really old module. A bludger knocked off Ron Weasley. Luckily, Snape cushioned his fall.

The Broomysweep 600, from the opposing team knocked me, trying to get me. Fred received a pass from Bob and almost got it through the poles, when the keeper, Huffy Pufferhead, caught the ball. Harry was searching for the snitch. I felt the autumn breeze on my stomach. However, the rest of me did not feel so, as Harry's bottom weighted me down and polluted the air. I longed to gaze at the leaves or smell the air, but it filtered the wonderful aroma and brought in a weird scent.

He found the snitch! He ordered me to fly, and I did so, as fast as I could, the wind blowing into me as going to fast. There was a mosquito on my stomach, and it itched as its tiny legs tickled me. Meanwhile, Puffer McHuff threw the ball and scored as George, Griffindor’s keeper, wasn’t paying attention. I turned over to get rid of the mosquito, but then, Harry, who was riding too fast, lost his balance and almost fell. If he did fall, I would get blamed and I might be sent away, and I mean away. So I flew straight towards a bludger. It crashed straight into his face and he fell. Down and down and down... He was looking at me the whole time, yelling a lot of mean words. Then he crashed on concrete. It wasn't a pretty sight. Harry Potter was dead.

Luckily, I didn't get the blame. The bludger did, and it was taken away, far far away into the department of magic, probably the place where Ron Weasley’s dad works. I should be more careful. I don’t like playing quidditch anymore, because I just accidently killed one of the greatest heroes in the history of wizarding. Oh well, at least it wasn't me. Better luck next time.

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The Great Escape

Today is spring cleaning day, which is not very good. Hagrid annually sweeps the floor with my hair, getting all that junk and Wormskin's... you don't want to know. It's terrifying. He goes around the whole campus and all of Hogwarts like that, sweeping the floor. Last year, he went all the way to the Forbidden Forest and even tried to use some of his spells on me.

Well, this year I was tired of it. I will not stand back this year. But today, he wasn't doing as bad, although I didn't like it. He was casually sweeping along. I would like to enjoy the colorful flowers that blossomed, but I doubted that would happen. The sweet, honey-like aroma was inhaled through my nostrils, but I couldn't cherish them because of the dust that also was inhaled through my stick. Hagrid kept on clumsily dropping me and I was starting to get mad.

I was patient and waited. Hagrid then did something unforgiveable. He started to me as a backscratcher. I was dying to say something, but I was already guilty of killing Harry Potter, and if I got in a fight, I would probably hurt him bad. Then he experimented his spells on me. He messed up and accidently hurt me. I felt a shock in my back, and I had it.

I screamed, "Abracadabra!" and a luminous green beam hit the big brute, and he flew in the air, yelping in pain. He landed in his own house's roof, stuck on their. I inhaled the fresh, cool air. I then rolled over and over, trying to escape, for us broomsticks can't fly unless someone is sitting on us. Hagrid jumped up and tried to catch me, when Snape's pet dragon distracted him by scorching Wormskin into ashes. Hagrid yelled, "Noooooo! Wormskin!!" and jumped towards him, picking up the ashes and kissing them.

I rolled away into the safety of the forest. Then after I was sure Hagrid had given up on finding me, I rolled and rolled for days, then weeks. Weeks later I was in the heart of the city of London. having a blast listening to heavy metal and watching soccer matches.

My life is now free! That pain in the back is finally out of my hands, and I can enjoy my life. I'm having fun right now, and I won't be posting for a LONG time, because I'm busy having fun in London. Thank you for reading.

Bad News

Today is Saturday, and that's when the weekly quiddich matches take place. Harry hasn't used me for a long time because he uses his doggone Nimbus every time. So when Harry lost his Nimbus, I was very happy to have a rival removed. He used me today, so I was in a fairly good mood after I tripped Hagrid.

The game was about to begin, and I was admiring the huge, spacious stadium. Harry sat on me. Whoa! He must've had a lot of McDonalds since the last time he used me. I wasn't so happy after that. I flew up and prepped for the game. It was autumn and from the birds eye view, I could see Hogwarts and the whomping willow was changing its shade to a bright tangerine orange.

The ref blew the whistle and the game started. It was against Hufflepuff. I flew in the quiddich stadium this way and that, dashing faster than the other brooms, who were evidently stunned with paranoia. I saw a Shortstick 50, which was totally last year. A bludger knocked off Ron Weasley. Luckily, Snape cushioned his fall.

The Broomysweep 600 knocked me, trying to get me. Fred got the ball and threw it threw the poles, when the keeper, Huffy Pufferhead, caught the ball. Harry was searching for the snitch. I felt the autumn breeze on my stomach. However, the rest of me did not feel so, as Harry's bottom weighted me down and polluted the air. I longed to gaze at the leaves or smell the air, but it filtered the good smells and brought in the bad smells.

He found the snitch! He ordered me to fly, and I did so, as fast as I could, the wind blowing into me and going to fast. There was a mosquito on my stomach, and it itched as its tiny legs tickled me. Meanwhile, Puffer McHuff threw the ball and scored as George missed and it slipped. I turned over to get rid of the mosquito, but then, Harry, who was riding too fast, lost his balance and fell. If he fell, I would get blamed and I might be sent away. So I flew towards a bludger and flew straight into it. It crashed straight into his face and he fell. Down and down and down... He was looking at me the whole time, yelling a lot of mean words. Then he crashed on concrete. It wasn't a pretty sight. Harry Potter was dead.

Luckily, I didn't get the blame. The bludger did, and it was taken away, far far away. I should be more careful. Oh well, at least it wasn't mine. Better luck next time.

OH YEAH

Today was a good day. It was really exciting. Want to know what happened?

Hagrid tripped on me and landed on a boulder. He's not doing very well and it'll take a few months for his back to mend. He sat on me last week, so I'm pretty pleased with my revenge. He just landed on me, and I thought I would break in half. Fortunately I didn't, so I'm taking advantage of it. I mean, you might think I'm mean, but how you feel if someone sat on you? It was hilarious to watch him flail in the air and land headfirst onto the huge rock. Then he screamed all these nonsense words and wizard swears.

My back still doesn't feel so good after he sat on me, so I'll poke Hagrid in the bellybutton as soon as he leaves the hospital wing.

When I Was Young

My name is Longstick 300. I'm a broomstick. I live in a magical environment, Hogwarts. Yeah, I know that Harry Potter got real famous, as well as his magical friends, but I bet you never knew the behind story about what he rode around.
I'm nice, unless you mess with me. I know a few spells and charms, which I may be willing to use. I had a long, long life. I'm actually older than my 'friend' Hagrid.
I was born in a small shop in Diagon Alley, where an old guy crafted me. He made me of a branch of a tree and a bundle of hay for my golden hair. I was lucky to be able to roam in the display window with my friends, Broomstick 5000 and Reallylong 2000. They were quickly bought by a few bratty first years of Hogwarts, and I spent the next few months in loneliness.
Hagrid, this ugly dude, took me away from my misery by buying me and taking me to his little hut. I didn't like him, because he was overweight and tried to ride me with that huge butt of his, but soon he gave up and gave me as a present to a kid named Harry Potter. He was a geek who had these weird glasses, but at least he was better than Hagrid.
You can already see that I had a paranoid and exciting life. That's just the start. Just wait to hear all the other stories I have in hand, er stick.