Jace's hair flapped in the wind as he busied himself with his position, and the way he gripped the broom's handle. The Ravenclaw could hear his brother shout in his ear, telling him not to give it a death grip and just...relax his arms and hands. Of course, how else will he be able to manoeuvre the broom if he's too stiff with it, yeah?

Releasing the handle a bit, Jace breathed through his nose and exhaled through his mouth as he calmed himself further, allowing himself some time before moving forward.

Eyeing the fireflies, Jace slowly leaned forward, and as expected, he started to move. He glided with first years in a steady direction and anticipated the twists and turns ahead. So far, so good. The Japanese made broom was doing its things quite superbly.