Urgghh. Not good.

Fyo landed, a little messily, on the ground, his hair grabbing their ultimattte chance to fall all over his forehead, and into his eyes. The second year pouted, pushed them back, then rubbed his shoulder as he stood up after his landing.

His sort of landing, that is.

He had to beam when Professor Vindictus told him he had done a good job, though. “Thank you, sir,” he said, eyes lighting up as he decided to give it another shot. He’d get perfect, eventually, wouldn’t he? And this was fun. A WHOLE lot of fun.

He kicked off the ground again, this time steering his broom, with ease, through the air. He was rising now, enjoying the feel of the wind across his face, the taste of what he guessed was wind and dust and other, nice things in his mouth, and wide eyes.

Five minutes later, he was confident enough to go into a dive, and try landing again.

And this time, he hoped, with grace.

Ebony walked over to place in front of Professor Vindictus and grinned sheepishly.
"Hi, Professor," she said, uncomfortably. "I love flying and...and...and...Icantwaittostartflying!!!!"
Ebony groaned, she back away from the Professor obviously embarrassed.
"Oh, shoot!" she muttered. "I've done it again!"

Whhhheeeee. FUUNNN!

Was this how it felt, changing gears while driving? Fyo felt a sudden, but definitely not unsettling, jerk as he descended into THEEE dive, his hair flying everywhere.

Especially into his eyes.

Gosh, where was his headband?

The second year squinted, thinking back to what the flying instructor had told them about landing. Steady yourself. That, he already was. Steadied, I mean. What else?

The wind whistled past, and Fyo loved it.

Slow down. Obviously. He pulled back, the way he had done before his previous landing, but this time making sure he was slower. Calmer, too. He had to get it right.

Though there was always a next time if he didn't, you know.

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"I'm not pulling your leg, Plymouth!" Vindictus yelled and momentarily resisted the urge to reach up and yank the boy from his broom as he stood up. Gulping gargoyles! He looks like my brother Marcus on a broom and that is dangerous. "And stop moving your legs as if you're riding a Muggle bicycle. Just let them dangle and sit upright on your broom. Can you help him, Cela?"


He looked over at the others. "Good job everyone! Keep it up!"

Plymouth raised his head long enough to give Professor V the look he deserved: the you're CRAZY MAN look. Then, he pressed his cheek back down to the broom handle. He DID stop the ridiculous kicking because it just wasn't getting him anywhere. "I thought we were friends, Professor V! I'd pull your leg!"

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"This is fun!" Celandine clinged tighter to Plym as they spun around, the circles becoming lazier and lazier as the momentum dispersed. She grinned at him cheerfully. What was life without risks? And anyway, the grass was bouncy so they were perfectly safe! "Have you been paying a bunch of attention to Professor Vindictus? You tense your jaw in the same way." Cela commented, looking up at the clouds and beaming happily as she and Plymouth continued their unintentional airwaltz.

"Sure I can, Professor!" Celandine leaned her face up to Plymouth's ear and whispered. "If you do okay today and stop moving your legs about, I'll give you as many kisses as you like!"

The lazy spins had Plymouth a little dizzy - dizzy enough for him to loosen his grip a little and pull his legs up to cling to the broom more properly. Bouncy charm on the grass or not, Plymouth didn't want to fall. He focused on Cela, who was crazy, too, but pretty to look at and infectiously happy on her broom. "It's probably because me and Professor V are tight. We're men and men do that." Plymouth flexed his jaw to show her again. Yep. Men.

BLINK. BLINKBLINKBLINK. Was the prospect of Cela!smoochies and nuzzles supposed to HELP?? Well, it did. He went still after giving her a sideways nod. "Let's... try to touch down again. Together. Then we can do some synchronized take offs. But not too high. Not too high." Plymouth really would have liked to take her hand to do this, but he didn't have one to spare from his grip on the handle. "On three... One... two..."

Thhuuuddd.

It was a good thud, and not a bad one, you know. The soft sorta, good thud. Fyo beamed as his descent culminated into the landing he had been hoping to achieve, and the soles of his shoes were able to meet the ground without any deafening CRASH!WHAM!BANG!-s.

Which reminded him - Did this ground, like, have a bouncy charm thing on it? Because it was... well, bouncy.

He brushed his hair off his forehead, swung one leg over his broomstick, and stood up, straightening his back. A look around made him realize how much progress some of the other students had made, and he decided to practice until his landing was perfect.

As in, REALLLYYY perfect.

Satine got off her broom for a few minutes to stretch and rest. Then she realized that she was antsy to fly again and mounted her broom quickly.

She kicked off again and bounced...literally bounced... off the ground and into the air. She went up to about ten feet above the beautiful green courtyard and watched as a purple butterfly fluttered up from some flowers and landed on the end of her broom right in front of her right hand. The sight of this butterfly just made the whole lesson even better. Butterflies were one of her most favorite things in the world and now she could fly with them. What a thought. She stayed hovering in the same spot just watching the butterfly stretch it wings for a few minutes.

As soon as the butterfly waved it's wings to signal a goodbye...so maybe it wasn't waving goodbye but it sounded good in her head....she dove back towards the ground and practiced landing. Her goal this time was not to bounce too much when she landed and to land at a slower pace.

"Here we go!" she said with a smile on her face.

After a while, the bird flew away and Dani decided to try landing again. Lowering herself toward the ground, she gently nudged her broom until her feet were on the ground. She was getting the hang of this. She wished she had a broom of her own so she could fly around the grounds and explore.

Isabella had entered the flying class all anxious. she was waiting for this day. she always loved to know how to fly. She did fly in a plane as she got many chances to because of her father but never actually got a chance to fly on a broom. and here she was already attending flying classes and standing beside a broom. she wanted to fly but she was a bit tensed. she saw all her friends doing pretty well. she wasnt scared of heights but a bit too nervous...
"ok calm down, Bella, calm down,"
"now"
"UP!" she shouted the broom shuddered.
"damn it"
"UP!" she shouted once more and "BANG!"the broom hit her hand so hard that when she whisked her hand out of it with jerk and causing it to ache even more...
"oouch..."she turned around hoping to see if her friends havent seen her and feel her ashamed of herself.
she looked around and watched Satine zooming around...
"this girl surely is an allrounder," she said to herself and shaking her head and concentrated on the very basic step of flying...when her friends had already started flying...

Raawr.

The wind was roaring. Not in a rawr sort of way, if truth be told, but still roaring. Fyo's hair whipped into his eyes - where was that badBADbaad headband? - making it a little hard for him to see, as he steered his broomstick across the skies.

He was enjoying himself, despite almost regretting not having gotten his hair cut. Shorter. At the front. And the wind, you know, was roaring.

Three feet. Four. Five. He continued to rise, his eyes sweeping over the skies, and across the distant horizon. Which was... sorta shiny, come to think of it. And yes, he liked that. The shiny part, I mean.

He "looped" in the air, before continuing to rise. Must be nearly twenty feet now and, although the ground and its occupants did not look like minuscule things, the way they look in all those muggle movies, Fyo knew better than to expect that: he wasn't that high, you know.

Twenty-two feet, now, he guessed.

And the ground was definitely growing smaller.

Sorta hazy, too.

Iris looked around at everyone and sighed, the broom just wasn't coming up for her. She didn't realise that you had to do this whole 'up' thing to it... Her dad always just holds the broom in place for her! obviously nowadays he doesn't, but he used to when she was little.

Iris wasn't exactly scared, she was just, well ... nervous, and she didn't even know why! 'I guess I just don't want to make a fool of my self in front of everyone... infront of my friends... infront of Aaron...' she thought. Trying to forget the thought, she paused and watched Satine fly around for a minute, then resumed her attention on the broom. "up!" she called again. Nothing. Iris sighed in frustration and looked around for Aaron, surely he coud help her. "Up!!" she shouted to the broom. It quivered a little but didn't rise to her hand. Iris really wanted to just pick it up and fly away, but no, that would be cheating.

Higher, higher, higher.

The wind whistled in his ears as he soared upwards, driving out all thoughts - yes, all of them, even the WarmFuzzyShiny ones. All of them except..

Well, someone.
And he wasn't about to tell anyone that.

- Yes, not even his own self.

How high was he, now? Plenty of feet, definitely, but he couldn't be sure. Fyo whizzed past what were imaginary walls, high, broad walls that raged around in the air.

Hey, cool thought, THAT.

And time to go down. Because his back, for some reason, was beginning to ache. - A little, a very little, but ache nevertheless. And he didn't want any pain, no pain, marring his awesome memories of today's lesson, no sir.

Dowwwnnn we go.

Trixie smiled. She put her hand over the broom and said "Up!" and in an instant it zoomed up in her hands. She hoisted herself onto the broom and kicked off the ground. She was then zooming and wooshing everywhere. But she had a her flying uunder control. She decided to slow down a bit. So she did. She soared high into the air and saw butterflies flying past her head. That caused her to giggle. She decided to gt back down now. She slowed down and lowered her broom angle. She then landed with a soft thud. Wow! She could do it! She can fly! Well not in that way- but anyway. She was over the moon!

Laura was clutching the broom so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Looking down, she winced in pain and loosed her grip. She'd been standing sill for a while now, too afraid to even mount the broom for fear of falling and embarassing herself!

"Ok," Laura muttered softly under her breath. "Up I go..." The young girl swung her leg over the broom and kicked off from the ground, hard. For a moment, pain rushed up her leg at the force, but that was imediatly forgotten. This was just, well, wonderful! To feel the wind rushing in her hair, and the speed that she was flying!

Realising that she was going to far away from the rest of the class, Laura turned shrply in the air. The broom moved at the slightest touch, and seemed to realise that she was enjoying it.

Pointing the broom down to the ground after a while, Laura dived sharply, and, when almost at the ground, braked quickly, feet on the grass. Wow she thought. I sure didn't know that that was gonna be so easy! Flying had been the class she was most worried about. Laura was so scared that she was going to fall off the broom, that she was amazed when she found it so easy! "Wow," she couldn't help saying again, running her hands along the broom handle.

Swinging her leg over it once more, Laura kicked off again, loving the feeling of the wind in her face and her hair fanning out behind her. She really loved this lesson. And it was extra special because, well, she could do it! She could really fly!

Vindictus stared at her. "Did you just arrive late to this lesson?" he asked and pointed to the students in the sky. Well, most of them were in the sky. To make his point, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted out more encouragement. "Looking good, everyone!" And for some unknown reason, he was tense as he watched Plymouth attempting to fly on a broomstick with Cela's assistance.

Christine freaked out about being so high off the ground, punch down on the broom handle and went flying straight towards the ground. Thanks to the genius idea of Professor Vindictus to place a protective charm around everything, the only thing that was hurt when Christine hit the ground was her ego. She layed on the ground of a few minutes, looking up at the other students flying. She didn't know how she was going to be able to try out for the Hufflepuff house team is she couldn't fly. With a groan, Christine got up and re-mounted her broom. SHe pushed off, making sure she was only five feet off the ground.

"Okay." Celandine agreed, shooting a somewhat triumphant look at Professor Vindictus, not actually realising that her helping Plym was helping her too, since it meant she kind of HAD to go slow and land safely rather than just throw herself off her broom. "So we need to sit up and pull back the broom handle just a little to slow down. Then gently nudge the handle toward the ground to land. Okay? Should I let go of you? Or do you want me to hang on?" Celandine squeezed her arm around his middle and peered at him expectantly.

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Vindictus stared at her. "Did you just arrive late to this lesson?" he asked and pointed to the students in the sky. Well, most of them were in the sky. To make his point, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted out more encouragement. "Looking good, everyone!" And for some unknown reason, he was tense as he watched Plymouth attempting to fly on a broomstick with Cela's assistance.

"He thinks we look good," Plymouth laughed. Even though he was a few meters in the air, he actually grinned at batted his eyes. Yes, he DID look good. And, maybe, just maybe, this flying/near-death feeling thing wasn't so bad. If only the broom were a little wider.. and he was still Pro-Seatbelt. Safety first, always. He'd pitch his idea again later when gravity wasn't enemy number one.

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"Okay." Celandine agreed, shooting a somewhat triumphant look at Professor Vindictus, not actually realising that her helping Plym was helping her too, since it meant she kind of HAD to go slow and land safely rather than just throw herself off her broom. "So we need to sit up and pull back the broom handle just a little to slow down. Then gently nudge the handle toward the ground to land. Okay? Should I let go of you? Or do you want me to hang on?" Celandine squeezed her arm around his middle and peered at him expectantly.

"I'm going to ... take us down this time. And then you can take us up when we get to the ground. I'm so sure I'll chicken out when I get to the ground so you have to do the jumping. So, you hold on to me - then I'll hold on to you. I'll probably close my eyes and scream like a girl too when you take us back up, so be prepared for that." Plymouth smiled at her and sent her a subliminal nuzzle since he couldn't afford any leaning to the side.

He sat up, sort of, more of a back arching like a hissing cat, and pulled the broom back, just like Cela said. Labored breathing occurred again. Then... down they went.. SLOWLY, a little jerky, but there was definite downward movement!

As Christine flew around the pitch, she figured out what her problem was with flying. Whenever she tried to change direction, she over did it and would drastically change direction instead of the smooth turns she tried to make.


Christine trying to go up a little higher over did it and started to shoot up again. This is when she saw the guy she had danced with in muggle studies coming down. Christine trying to avoid an air collision, turned sharply to the right and flew into the quidditch goal post.

"Okay." Celandine agreed and tightened her grip on him, waiting until they slowed down and turning herself around so that they were facing the same way. "Okay." Down. Heyy they were going down! Celandine beamed at Plymouth and made a kissy face at him while stretching her feet in an attempt to reach the grass.

If it wasn't his perfect little princess-ish girlfriend making smoochy faces at him, it was certainly the girl from Muggle Studies going into the goal post that had Plymouth distracted. Girls were just dangerous. But as the ground got nearer, even pretty lips and face>post girls couldn't keep Plymouth from freaking a little. He lifted his legs as high as they would go, both of them straight out in front of him like he was sitting on the ground. "Just do it. Just take us up again." In the meantime he held his breath, shut his eyes, and looked like he was going to strain himself. He mustered all the courage he had left and reached out to hold on to HER, his CellBell, so she could steer for this round. Oh holy Merlin. He looped his fingers in the fabric of her robes and held on for dear life.

Later, he would have to check on that poor girl...

Vindictus took several deep breaths as he watched the students fly around the practice area. Finally, he took a look at his watch and realized that time was almost up. "You have twenty minutes of flying time remaining," he called out. "When you land, please place your brooms in a neat pile to my left and then you're excused." And that Slytherin girl was still standing in front of him. "If you can't answer my question, then five points from Slytherin for arriving late and not even attempting to fly."


OOC: Remember, this is a large grassy area outside of the Stadium which means there are no Quidditch goal hoops. Also, I'm closing the lesson at 11:59pm EST tonight, so please make sure you RP your student character leaving.

Dani touched down once more before pushing off again. She felt like the broom was a part of her. Knowing she didn't have much longer left to fly around, she took advantage of it. She had long forgotten her fear of heights. Looking around she saw that the other student were focused on their brooms as well.

"Up? Okay." Celandine agreed and pushed them off the ground again, taking it super duper slowly, hoping Plym would barely even feel the movements. She led them around in a few verrrrrrrrrry gentle (and totally boring to her) circles before bringing herself and Plymmy to land softly in the grass.

Celandine let go of Plymouth and took her broom over to Professor Vindictus.
"Do you want help cleaning these later, sir? I remember how to do that part." She grinned at him and placed her broom carefully to his left and stood with her hand reached out to Plym. "Walk me back to the castle?"

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"Up? Okay." Celandine agreed and pushed them off the ground again, taking it super duper slowly, hoping Plym would barely even feel the movements. She led them around in a few verrrrrrrrrry gentle (and totally boring to her) circles before bringing herself and Plymmy to land softly in the grass.

Celandine let go of Plymouth and took her broom over to Professor Vindictus.
"Do you want help cleaning these later, sir? I remember how to do that part." She grinned at him and placed her broom carefully to his left and stood with her hand reached out to Plym. "Walk me back to the castle?"

Whew. Plymouth had survived. He was sweaty, worn out, and needing to probably lay down for a while, but he'd done it! He'd FLOWN - the off ground, no toes touching kind!

Plymouth waddled over to Vindictus, the broom still between his legs, and gave him a HUGE hug. Manly hug. "Couldn't have done it without you, Sir." SQUEEEEZZZEEE. "If you ever need a hand in reffing, you just let me know."

Plymouth dislodged his broom and stacked it up neatly like he was supposed to, then took his CellBell's hand. "Of course, ladybug. I believe... you owe me a little something, huh?" Plymouth grinned and skipped off with Cela.

"Great class, Professor V!" he called back.

"Don't worry about cleaning the brooms today," Vindictus replied and his quill made a loud scratching sound as he wrote a few comments next to her name.

But his clipboard was soon knocked out of his hands by Plymouth. Vindictus found his arms pinned to his sides by the young Ravenclaw man and felt the handle of the broomstick digging into the side of his leg. "Ermph . . . no problem, Plymouth. Just remember to, ouch, dismount from the broom before you try to, ouch, hug someone."

Soon he was released from Plymouth's crushing hug and he waved at the two Ravenclaws as they left the practice area.