Raven rest is up, he is now ready for another take off, "UP", The old broom up toward Raven hand, he grab it, then mount it, more confident than before, he kick the ground steadily but a hard bit more than usual, and, here he goes, flying toward the other end of the pitch, How's Raven didn't sign up in the Quidditch Tryout, he maybe a career to this wizard favorite games. "Wooohooo, Free like a bird, fly like a hipogryff" Raven shout, his nervous is tolerable, he love it flying, Raven thinking of buying a race broom when the school permitted it, maybe in his second year.