Originally Posted by Tommehbell

Harlow had the concept of taking off and turning down. That much was obvious as she flew around in circles 40 feet from the ground.

She practiced going up and down as well, but she wasn't going as high up as the rest of the students. If they wanted to play hop-scotch with their lives, that was fine by Harlow, but she liked her nose right where it was.

Now it was time to land and her heart started racing. "Get a grip Riddle," she told herself and she stopped to hover over the spot to wanted to land on.

She took a deep breath and slowly pointed her broom down towards the ground. The ground wasn't coming up too fast, but she wasn't sure how to stop the broom and in a panic she let go of the handle and tumbled off. Harlow bounced once before stopping.