Ethan knew that this was a basic lesson so he shouldn't have been surprised when Professor James reviewed the basics to the class. It was just that he was so eager to get on with things and get straight to flying. But he supposed he could be patient for the sake of those who were inexperienced..

He listened vaguely to the rules and advice, then held his hand out, parallel to the broom of his choosing. "Up!" The school broom shot up to his hand and he firmly grasped the handle. Listening to Professor James' next words, the boy frowned slightly. Hover, then land? That was far too easy.. Hopefully the entire class would not go this way, but he did as instructed at her whistle. Ethan mounted the broom and kicked off. He pulled up a bit on the handle, then leveled off to hover in the air for a moment, then nudged it down gently to land.

Ok.. maybe now they would get to do something a little more advanced.. or at least the experienced flyers would? He watched as the Professor revealed a sort of obstacle course type thing. Hmm, this might be interesting and definitely good practice for maneuverability. The sixth year kicked off again and flew over to the starting area. He had thought about racing the person next to him, but when it was his turn to go he saw that a first year was opposing him and he didn't think that would be fair. Maybe on his next go..

Ethan began weaving in and out of the poles at a steady pace. About a third of the way through, the boy felt that he had a pretty good handle on the drill so he felt comfortable going a little faster. He leaned forward on the broom slightly to get a feel for the acceleration of this particular broom, still weaving through the poles, then leaned forward a little more. He lurched forward a little too quickly and felt the broom's twigs brush against one of the poles.

Sighing a bit as he felt he still needed to get used to this particular broom for the lesson, Ethan steered himself out of the path of the poles and headed back in line at the start. Ok, that was just practice, he thought to himself as he waited his turn. The next pass will be better.