(I'm not sure what to rp about so I'm using the bit I did about his happy memory
): His parents were both hovering a little bit above him, giving him pointers. Fred already knew he was bad at sports, and often times clumsy. So his hopes weren't very high-he was expecting that, even if he did make it up into the air, he'd just fall off and end up with some pretty bad bruises (he didn't think he'd make it high enough to do any more damage than that). He felt Roxanne's encouraging light touch on his shoulder, and he glanced over at her. She smiled and said, "Trust me, it's easy-you'll be fine."
Despite his doubtful thoughts, the way his sister had said it, he almost believed her. So he looked down at his broom and ordered, "Up!" To his surprise, the broom flew right up to his hand. He smiled and mounted it, pushing off the ground with his legs. He grinned as he flew up, the wind whistling in his ears and his heart pounding with the exhilerating speed-he found it rather fun. He glanced down as he leveled out at a frightening height. He felt the grin on his face grow at his parents' cheery grins and his cheering sister.