 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Henry couldn't help but to periodically glance up at the sky. Part of it was watching those dark clouds that threatened rain and wondering when it was coming and part of it was an impatient longing to get up in the air. But he was sure that was coming soon enough. Otherwise he was sure class would have been held inside like Mr. B said, which was a horrifying though to the 17 year old.
He was fairly well accustomed to flying in inclement weather too, and he knew it to be true to have to practice and be at the top of your game to fly well. All good points and advice, Mr. B.
As for the question, he thought a moment. From what he was describing, Henry thought Skylar had probably given the correct answer. But he raised his hand anyway. "I agree that you're probably meaning the annual broom race. It might be good practice for an experienced flyer, but not so much for someone just starting out." For the reasons that Skylar described, and more. "But I think a case could be made for any broom game to be good practice in one way or another. They all have their challenges. Though really, any kind of flying can be considered practice." Just like with anything, it took continued practice and dedication to be any good at it.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
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