At a fixed point in midair, Logan Mancini gazed left and right, simply taking in the view. He had never been allowed this high into the air before, since he most likely would have just fallen over a railing or something. The longer he sat there, the more he liked it. But soon he wasn't content to simply sit...

Leaning forward slightly, he felt his broom begin to accelerate. He sat back up without pulling on his broom handle so he could maintain a constant, gentle pace. Alert for traffic, he started to lean left and right while nudging the broom in the proper direction. In this manner he traced out a zig-zag path through the air for several minutes. "Hey, I think I'm beginning to get the hang of this flying thing!"

Would his mum kill him if he tried out for Quidditch? Probably. Was he still considering it? Definitely.