a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
This was it.
Carlton made his way down towards the pitch, trying to calm his nerves. They couldn't be expected to fly on their first flying lesson, right? He had only just found out that the process of climbing up on a broom and fly around was actually a thing. And not just hovering either! Like, actually up in the air throwing weird looking footballs around.
It was cool but also terrifying. He would probably enjoy a spot on the stands a lot better than flying around trying to stay balanced on a broom. But this was his Head of House that taught the students to fly. Not only did that make him the coolest Head of House on the school but it also meant Carlton had to fight his innate skill of fumbling.
When he reached the pitch his eyes landed on the brooms and he swallowed hard. Did this mean that he would know how to control one of those at the end of the lesson? He hoped not. Heights was bad. Keeping his balance on something that tiny and wobbly was even worse. "H-Hello Mr. McLeod." He did an awkward little head bow and stood scraping his shoe on the ground. If only he could be as cool and suave as Mr. McLeod
He didn't like the fact that he would embarrass himself in front of his Head of House. Or the fact that he would probably have to go see Healer Reed after the lesson was over.
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