 #1 Wowza!
At Mr. McLeod's instructions, Levi shot his brother an extremely dubious look that said, you can still claim bowel movement problems, it's not too late. He then straddled the broom and kicked off the ground. He was never going to be part of any Quidditch team, minor or otherwise, but Levi could fly okay without many hiccups. Accidents had occurred in the past, but he considered it a win if no bones were broken and his had remained intact. He'd successfully managed walked them off with only his fragile adolescent ego injured.
He was admittedly a little unsteady at first but acquired some relative confidence as elevation was gained. The breeze biting his cheeks wasn't comfortable, but the stretching from before had given him a slight illusion of warmth. Levi often forgot that flying was something he had to concern himself with but every time he did it, he was reminded of its appeal. It wasn't hard to feel the utter freedom that came with defying the rules of gravity or zooming in and out and around. Not that he'd be doing a lot of zooming anywhere--he'd be strictly staying well below the goal posts with a decent distance from the ground but responsibly away from the shooting stars that had taken human form flying above him.
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