She was certainly the oldest here, now wasn't she? She felt a little out of her element until she recognized a few first years that came bounding into the lesson. There was Carlton, Zoryn, and even Derf. This will be interesting. She gave them all a smile and even a smile to the students she hadn't met yet. Yes, she was old and felt very old. ;_________;

She couldn't possibly be outdone by any first or second years, right? She was older at Flying? Would that factor into helping her at all? Biting her lip, she listened to Mr. McLeod's instructions. A trust exercise? That was why they had to do. When Mr. McLeod's broom zoomed straight up into his hand, Olivia just stood with widened eyes. Woah.

Keep calm. Keep calm and carry on. Thanks Winston Churchill.

She sighed, gulping, as she eyed the broom on the ground beside her. Calm her mind. Calm. Think of the ocean. Olivia tried to imagine herself back by the beach by her grandparents house where the waves crashed against the shoreline. Think of the wind. The wind against her face. She moved her hand over the broom, trying to imagine her fingertips on the smooth surface. Olivia steadied her hand, and almost whispered, "Up!"

She opened her right eye, peaking to see if there was any progress. Nothing.

Rolling her eyes, Olivia sighed and almost glared at the broom. Really? Really? Sighing once more, she readied herself. "Up!" she said. The broom flew into her hand. Well apparently looking at it helped her. Neat.