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Hovering..... Hovering.... Hooooooooovering.
Okay, this was boring. So, once the boredom started creeping in, Olivia figured it was time to get down to BUSINESS. The actual flying business. Officially! Ahem, stand aside everyone. Prepare to be impressed by natural talent and shear skillz!
Repositioning her hands on the broom's handle, she leaned forward urging her and guiding her broom towards the makeshift hoops. They weren't crazy like the actual quidditch rings, but would still pose a challenge to anyone not familiar with flying. UNLIKE HER, because Liv was totally familiar. Obviously. Her father was Carter Phillips: Puddlemere United legend (in her eyes, anyway).
Using her hands, she (not so carefully) took off.... but quickly turned herself right back around when she shot past the hoops. It just felt nice being up here. SORRY, PROFESSOR... As for following the glowing fireflies... Well, this felt kinda basic, but then again, this was a beginners class and a lot of her peers had never been on brooms before. So, Liv resolved to be patient and understanding towards the nature of things. She was getting a chance to fly, after all... so this lesson already won the day.
Hmm, to challenge herself, she set about trying to catch as many of the small insects as she could, only to quickly release them after doing so. Catch. Release. Catch again. Release again...
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