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Chapter 5 - Chapter 5: Flying Class? I Prefer Airavata

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Flying class was meant to be one of the more exciting subjects for first-year Hogwarts students. But for Aarav, an overpowered Indian teen with the blessings of every god in the Hindu pantheon, broomsticks just weren't it.

He had already flown faster than sound on Garuda, surfed clouds with Vayu, and once, for fun, rode a cyclone across Kerala. So when Madam Hooch announced "Flying Class!" and handed him a dusty, half-splintered school broom, Aarav blinked slowly.

"This thing's older than Indian democracy," he muttered.

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⚡ Broom Time

"All right, everyone!" Madam Hooch barked, striding down the line of nervous eleven-year-olds. Her whistle gleamed, her boots clicked, and her eyes were sharp as a hawk's. "Stand next to your brooms. Hold out your right hand and say, 'Up!'"

"UP!" the class shouted.

Some brooms jerked slightly. One smacked a student in the face. Another just rolled over like a dead dog.

Aarav remained silent.

He didn't say "Up." He didn't even raise his hand.

His broom levitated calmly, floated to his side, and brushed itself against his leg like a loyal pet. It shimmered faintly, newly polished. It was breathing. Literally.

The others stared.

"Show-off," muttered Draco Malfoy, clutching his broom with both hands like it might attack him.

Madam Hooch narrowed her eyes at Aarav. "Interesting control. Mount up!"

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🐘 Enter: Airavata

Aarav held the broom for a moment. Then let go.

He cracked his knuckles, shut his eyes, and whispered, "Airavata, bhai... ready?"

A small swirl of clouds gathered above the Quidditch pitch. Thunder rumbled softly, even though it was a clear day. From that gentle roar, a brilliant white light descended like moonlight through water.

Airavata, the celestial elephant of Lord Indra, the king of heaven, appeared.

He was enormous — tall as the Astronomy Tower, glowing with divine aura, his four tusks polished like ivory swords. He had wings: vast, feathered, shimmering like the inside of a conch shell.

Students screamed. Some applauded. One Hufflepuff fainted.

Madam Hooch dropped her whistle.

"What in Merlin's hairy eyeball is THAT?!"

Aarav patted the broom softly. "You did good, bro, but time to retire."

He tossed the broom behind him. It gently floated to the grass and turned into a stick of incense. Then Aarav stepped onto Airavata's golden back like it was the most natural thing in the world.

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🚀 The Ride Begins

"Let's give them a little show," Aarav said softly.

Airavata lifted into the sky with grace, trumpeting once — a sound that seemed to clear acne, heal heartache, and awaken long-forgotten joy in anyone who heard it.

They rose like a slow-moving storm god's parade float.

"Look at him go!" Ron shouted from the ground.

"That's not a broom!" shouted Draco. "That's—that's cheating!"

"Nah," said Aarav, doing a lazy backflip while standing upright. "This is upgrading."

He rode in slow circles, gently gliding above the students, his hair blowing in a divine breeze, his shawl fluttering like a flag of chillness.

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From the castle, professors gathered at windows.

McGonagall spilled her tea.

Flitwick took notes.

Snape simply groaned and turned away.

Even Dumbledore's portrait somewhere in the castle smiled, stroking his beard. "Ah. Finally, some style."

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💨 The "Race"

Malfoy couldn't take it anymore. He kicked off clumsily, wobbling in the air.

"I bet you can't beat me in a race!" he shouted.

Aarav tilted his head. "Race? With you? I once won a bet with Hanuman in a speed contest."

He didn't move.

Instead, he clicked his tongue, and Airavata split into five smaller flying elephants, each with glittering saddles.

"Pick your ride, boys," he said to the Gryffindors.

Harry, Ron, Neville, and Dean climbed on, stunned.

The elephants took off like arrows, leaving rainbow trails in the sky.

Aarav just hovered, arms crossed, sipping sugarcane juice that manifested in his hand.

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✨ The Vibe Shift

What began as a flying lesson turned into a cosmic aerial show.

The elephants looped, danced, and painted patterns in the sky. Trails of divine smoke spelled words like:

CHILL BRO

EAT SAMOSA

SAY NO TO STRESS

At one point, Aarav lay flat on Airavata's back, hands behind his head, and summoned floating tabla beats. A flock of enchanted peacocks flew around them in formation.

Down below, students had stopped practicing.

They were now cheering.

Madam Hooch gave up and started filming it with a magical camera that wrote everything in the air with glowing ink.

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🪔 A Message from Above

As the elephants returned to the ground, Aarav did one last trick. He stood on Airavata's trunk and floated down as the elephant bowed.

He looked at the gaping class and said, "Flying isn't about speed. It's about freedom. If you're scared of falling, you'll never feel the sky."

He offered Malfoy a ride next time. Malfoy declined, red-faced.

"Suit yourself," Aarav shrugged.

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🔮 End Scene

That evening, students across all houses were doodling elephants and clouds in their books.

The Daily Prophet ran a headline the next morning:

> "BOY FLIES CELESTIAL ELEPHANT OVER SCHOOL, MAKES EVERYONE FEEL INSIGNIFICANT BUT HAPPY."

Back in his room, Aarav smiled, feeding Airavata sugar cubes that appeared from thin air.

He patted the elephant's massive cheek and whispered, "Next week, we teach them underwater yoga with Matsya. What do you think?"

Airavata rumbled contentedly.

And outside the tower window, the sky blinked — like the stars were winking just for him.

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