Squirrel on the left.

Dodge.

Person on the right.

Dodge.

They seemed to be everywhere right then, and Darwin hovered around, as students and squirrels alike flew above and below and around him. Flying was so much more tiring than he'd ever thought, and the 'fight' with the animal had taken a lot of energy out of him. His broom was still quivering as much as he was, and he was hungry, and he wanted to go and have dinner and never see a squirrel ever again, much less a flying one.

So he hadn't been hurt, but still.

Diving downwards as a student and then a squirrel shot above him, Darwin rolled off the broom close to the ground. He lay still for a few seconds, catching his breath back before standing up. "I... never... ever... want to see a squirrel again." he managed with a slight welp, brushing the grass from his jumper and clutching his broomstick.