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Actually, even though he was ABSOLUTELY an experienced flyer actually, on account of how he had been going to Quidditch camps since he was four or five years old (it was hard to remember) AND his big brother was a professional Quidditch player (actually more like DOUBLE professional really actually) and had taught him to fly AND he had a West and an Alice and everything, Abey was a little apprehensive about going to this class. Experienced was more likely to mean older so probably there would be more older students here today than younger, and almost definitely not as many first years as usual. No doubt they might not be very happy to have a littler kid hanging around them either, but Abey reeeeeeally wasn't a beginner and Flying was a lesson he was actually likely to actually be good at, so of course he was going to go.
Also, JUST BY THE WAY? FREEZING. FREEZING COLD. Coming back to an EVEN COLDER SCOTLAND after Christmas was actually criminal actually and Abey was struggling very much to re-adjust. And this class had to be outside and everything about that was just terrible.
Even so, he was there, because of course he was.
Though, by the time Abey had reached the field where the class was, his teeth were chattering like fury actually and it was a mystery as to whether his nose was even still on his face because he no longer had any feeling in it, and that was WITH a scarf (in Gryffindor colours (>.>)) wrapped around his lower face. Hat, coat, gloves, all with added warming charms (thank you mama) were some help, but the cold kept managing to creep through everything. The worst part was that Abey knew that flying with all this outdoor wear was not going to be easy, and he might have to shed some of it, and then would be FLYING and EVEN COLDER and ugh maybe it was a better idea to just go back inside and sit by a fire.
Safe to say the conditions had made Abraham Botros Jr. quite the grumpy customer. And it didn't help that older kids were already here with their own brooms. Abey eyed them jealously before turning his attention back to...
....... uhhhhh...
That One Professor Guy.
"Mffgmffm, mfffsfm." Roughly translated from scarf-speak, that was a polite greeting.
ACK. Standing still was even worse than walking. MUCH worse. Abey stomped his feet on the ground to keep himself moving, and rubbed at his arms to warm himself up as much as he could. On his own. Away from everyone else.
Because he didn't know them and they were all miles older so they were actually very intimidating actually. No, yes, he'd stay over here.
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