Putting her hand directely over the broom India failing at getting the broom to fly up into her hand at first. Rather sad for a seventh year? India's outstretched hand finally made contact with the broom. Well, it did as it was told? No..asked. Clasping her hands around the broom handle she was ready for the next step.

Listening her head of house began to give instructions on how to mount their brooms. Well, he was saying to mount them. Well, it'd all be good. She wasn't going to be crying for fear of falling off her broom.

No. Not at all. India was tough as nails...well. Not really. Touch as a book's spine. And those could crack. Gulp.

Putting both hands on the broom she glanced down at her knuckles. White as snow. Pausing, she took a deep breath, calm calm calm she thought as she let the sense of calm fill her. Looking back at her knuckles she saw the color returning and slowly presumed to mount her broom. Her right hand in front, as she was right not left handed.

India released her right hand, raising it to answer a question. Now this was why they were still on the ground. "Professor when in the air you must use your muscles in order to steer that is tilting, well...er more arching your body in the direction you want to go while still holding yourself on the broom." At least she'd hoped she'd gotten it right. If not, she didn't want to lose points.