"Well, Mr Potter? What would I get if I added asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asks, looking down his nose, arms crossed over his chest covering it with the dark material of his robe.

A hand shoots up on the other side of the room but Saiki doesn't miss a beat. "A sleeping potion, so powerful it is known as the Draught of the living death." While his delivery is flat, inside a smugness starts creeping up his chest he cannot stop, but doesn't particularly want to.

The cause? Snape's very annoyed and partially confused expression. A concentrated look soon replaces it however, as he asks his next question, "And where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" His voice has a shakiness to it that only Saiki, and Snape himself, can recognise.

Once again Saiki answers, "A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons." To him it was like reading from a TelePrompTer, don't get him wrong, he's all about working for his grades, but this has no impact on that so he has no qualms in abusing his powers to mess with Snape.

No hand went up this time, and despite the eye twitch, the man bat showed little else in reaction. In fact he composed himself quickly. "And monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant, which also goes by the name aconite... Well? Why aren't you copying this down?" His cold tone echoed around the dreary dungeon classroom. Mixed with the sudden scratching of quills from the students, caught off guard by the sudden attention. His only thought being 'I have to speak to Dumbledoor,' before he focused on his actual job (of teaching).

'What?' Saiki tried to get a hold of the tread of thought in Snape's head, but he can't just read something when it isn't being thought about, and it seemed like he had moved on from whatever suspicion he had.

So Saiki followed suit, engrossing himself in the subtle science and exact art.

'If it's important it's bound to come up again...'

That afternoon Saiki found himself once again getting dragged around the castle by one Draco Malfoy. This time to the court yard, where 2 groups of students were loitering,brooms in two rows at the centre of the field. The teacher was noticeably absent.

"You should be thanking me. I'm stopping you from getting in trouble you know." Malfoy said joining them up with the rest of the Slytherins. "Not to mention, if you were late you would have lost our house points." He didn't seem bothered that Saiki had not said a word to him the whole day. In response or otherwise.

He had to commend his perseverance, and while annoying it meant Saiki didn't have to worry about finding his way around. He could walk and let Malfoy pull him in the right direction like a compass. Although it made Draco out to look like a puppy, pulling on his leash.

"Into line! And quit the chattering!" The eagle eyed woman shouted, announcing her presence. Once the students had organised themselves she continued, "Good afternoon class!"

A half hearted chorus could be heard but didn't deter her, " Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick," the crowd shuffled into place as she spoke, "Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!"

"Up!" The class shouted. Some brooms flew up to meet the small hands above them. Others repeated themselves, with greater volume each time.

Draco grinned smugly, looking at the broom in his hand, which only grew when he glanced in Saiki's direction to see a very still broom laying there. "You know, I've ridden a broom before. My father taught me. Do you need help, Potter?" He asked, and though it was saturated in superiority, it was not unkind.

All Saiki did was was look to the sky for aid. Not with the broom, just in general.

He didn't even need to try, as he repeated the obligatory "Up"s. Of course the broom was still unresponsive. And no amount of defibrillator would fix that. He may be a psychic, but to the enchanted object he was just another muggle acting like a weirdo.

"With feeling!" Hooch's voice rises above the indie-screamo-choir the class turned into. When she turns to check on Ron, who's broom thwacked him in the face like the comic relief he is, Saiki leans down to retrieve his broom.

Some of his classmates give him looks but then Hooch was moving onto the next phase of the lesson. "Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end."

The student start to follow the simple instruction, which is made ten times harder with the addition of ankle length robes. Saiki examines the others' approach before deciding to go with the "refined lady riding on horse back wearing a gown" tactic. This being a hard pose to hold while standing however makes him rely on telekinesis to hold himself up in a sitting position. If you every wondered how those street performers do it, telekinesis, every time.

"When I blow my whistle I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle," she lifted it to her mouth, then replaced her hands on her hips. "3...2...!" The whistle blows and at that moment the nervous Griffindoor, Neville, slowly ascends from the ground.

'Here we go...' Saiki thought. Neville was now at 8 feet, and climbing. Before he could get any further, Saiki used his telekinesis to lower him.

When his feet finally touched solid ground Saiki released him, only for him to drop like a corpse being dragged through the woods by a particularly strong dwarf. Luckily Madame Hooch was grabbing his arms and steadying him. The broom fell from the boy's loose grasp, only to shoot off and out of sight, like when the cat you're carrying hears a loud noise, but with distinctly less bloodshed.

"Oh, oh dear. Are you alright dear?" She says.

It's all Neville can do to shake his head without toppling over.

"Tsk. Good boy, come on now, I'll take you to the side. Though, I think you may have to sit out. At least until you feel better." She started making her way over to the edge of the courtyard, as Neville nodded with a blank look in his eyes.

Even with the extra weight, it isn't long until she's out of earshot.

"Did you see that face?" Draco snickers, "maybe if the fat lump this a squeeze, he'd have remembered that he could land on his fat arse." He and some other Slytherin boys laugh as he holds up Neville's dropped artefact.

"Give it here Malfoy." The Slytherins turn to Ron. Who was glaring at Malfoy. The other boy had no problem meeting it, and gave a taunting look in return.

Malfoy opened his mouth to rebut when Hooch returned, a shout on her lips. "Now, wizards and witches, use this as a learning experience. Your broomstick will not follow a fearful leader,you've got to be confident." She repositioned herself in between the two rows of students but before she could speak again Hermione raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"Neville dropped something and Malfoy took it."

"Really?" Hooch said turning to Draco, "well, Mr Longbottom isn't feeling well at the moment. Why don't you give it to me for safe keeping?" Her held her hand out expectantly.

He had little choice than to hand over the trinket. As soon as Hooch marched back down the aisle, he spoke in a loud whisper. "Need your girlfriend to save you Weasly? I suppose Griffindoor's animal should have been a rat instead. You're especially fond of them."

Ron's cheeks puffed up, red with anger and embarrassment. Once Draco focused back on Hooch, he turned to Hermione, "Why did you do that?"

The girl was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"You snitched!"

"I stopped this whole mess from getting worse."

"You made us look like... Like..." His eyes moved around wildly as he fumed at her, mouth a line on his face.

"Now, let's try that again!" Madame Hooch once again to the rescue. "This time, with confidence." She blew her whistle and the students took off.

With one exception. "Mr Potter, is there a problem?"

'You want a list?' Saiki thought as he hopped in his ridiculous stance. Looking like an exceptionally awkward kangaroo.

The sight made Hooch furrow her silvery brows. "Well, no pressure dear. You'll get plenty of practice."

The remainder of the lesson was spent with her instructing Saiki, as he gave more instructions to the rest of the troupe. She even corrected his mounting strategy, to no avail however as he never got in the air. This was fine she assured him, he'll get it eventually.

I mean he won't, but we can let the lady dream.