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demented_death_eater 
"Now I want you to race to the goal hoops at the opposite end of the pitch, fly around them and come back," Vindictus shouted from his seat on the pitch. "And don't drop your bags!"
He grinned and glanced at something that was disillusioned somewhere on the grass. The fun was just about to begin.
Having completed the tasks, and feeling rather confident Patroclus caught the voice of the Flying Instructor on the wind...
It was a simple request, and the LionBoy knew it would be a simple enough to complete as well.
So with his bag, clentched tightly in his hand, the Prefect took off, the wind wiping at his lusious brown hair, the gentle curls coiling and uncoiling in the breeze. Being the showman he was, Patroclus decided to do a loop-de-loop half way down the pitch.
As he began the verticle ascension he ensure that the bag was tighly wound around his hands, and rightly so, for as he reached the pinacle of the loop he bag swung downwards, gravity pulling it where it wanted it.
After the loop was completed, utterly flawlessly, Patroclus rocketted off toward the hoops, which he effeciently circled and shot back off towards the starting point.