Hands trembling like a leaf in the wind, Kurumi made her way to the practice pitch with a large lump in her throat and her stomach in knots. Flying had taken on an entirely new meaning this summer seeing as Selina had taken it upon herself to put Kurumi though a crash course, literally, of flying lessons when she had stayed with her for two weeks over the summer.

Kurumi saw the man of the hour leaning against the broom rack and she bowed at him slightly, her eyes glancing at the brooms and the knot in her stomach tightening.

"G-G-Good day, Professor Vindictus,' she stammered as her hands gripped the edges of her robes.