Originally Posted by Steelsheen

He draws in a deep breath to calm himself from the nearly falling off his broom. Again he opened his jaw and tried to pop his ears, getting that familiar frustration of wishing he had ears (and therefore balance) just like everybody else. Slightly hesitant he looked around the pitch, various clumsiness all around him. Did they have faulty hearing like he did? Was that a good enough excuse to ask his Head of House if he could get back on the ground? He looked at the elder man. He sure didn’t look like one that would take any sort of excuses, even if his was totally valid.

He creased his lips into a straight line. He should at least be able to bank left once. He cant fly about turning right forever. He’d never get to his destination if he ever decides to use a broom to get anywhere.

He leaned forward again to pick up speed, then nuuuuudged his broom to go left. At first it didn’t feel like he was changing directions at all, but when he looked around the tree that he used as a mental marker was already off somewhere to his right. Well, it was blimp-paced, but it was progress.