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Flying was not what Terry considered as one of his best subjects, in fact he had never sat on a broom before. Today would be different, although he contemplated not turning up at all, his mother had told him that flying is an important skill to have and so it would be useful to at least attend the basics lesson.
And so he had. The twelve year old had chosen to stand to one side but remaining close to older students in case he fell off or something and needed help. When he went over to the cupboard there was considerably less choice as much of the older students had grabbed one first. He went for an ageing one that looked the sturdiest and not like it would break as soon as he got on it. Once he had paced back to his spot he laid it down on the floor and listened for the Professors instructions.
It made him chuckle slightly, the way you had to talk to the broom like it was a dog learning new tricks. In truth, it was him that was learning here, the broom had probably done this a million times. He looked down at it, laying flat along the ground and much unlike it would take orders from Terry. "Umm.. Up" he mumbled whilst simultaneously stretching his palm down at it. Nothing happened which didn't surprise Terry at all, it didn't even wobble.
Brilliant. Why was he here again?
"Up" he spoke a little more confidently this time and the broom wobbled like it was ready to pounce but it stayed on the ground. The boy sighed and prepared himself for one last try. "UP!" he demanded and the handle flew straight up into his clasp. As an immediate reaction, he closed his fist around and looked up, grinning.
He has actually done it. Maybe this class wasn't so bad.
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