Everyone who knew him and knew about his fear of heights would be looking at him like he was crazy right now and to be honest, he also thought he was crazy for showing up for the basic flying lessons. Actually, he had thought long and hard about it and he really wanted to get over his fear but the only way to do that would be to confront himself. He had climbed the treehouse, survived the floating in Professor Evil’s astronomy class, done the duelling challenge and now he thought he was not ready for something bigger. And flying a broom would be perfect.

But although he was proud of himself for showing up, he did not look like his confident and good looking self. He looked like how he had been during his stress days in his OWL year. Ready to either snap or cry. But he was holding it in and walked to the rest of the class on the quidditch pitch. He tried to say hello to the Professor but only a squeak came out and he cleared his throat before moving away to sit on the empty school bag he had with him and began to breathe in and out to calm himself. Don’t mind him, just doing some meditation here.