Flying was normally one of Emmeline's favorite lessons, even if she STILL didn't have her own broomstick yet. To be honest, she'd been kinda worried that she'd be the ONLY second year in the whoooole class who didn't have a broom. She'd been kind of anxious about this all term and had so far studiously ignored who else had to use school brooms (apart from the first years). Last year, it hadn't mattered at all that she didn't have one 'cause first years weren't allowed them anyway.

But the notice board in the common room had said that there would be NO brooms today. As Emmeline headed down to the pitch, she was half-convinced that that was a mistake or a joke played by an older student. When she neared the pitch, though, Professor B. wasn't on his broom! The sight of their flying professor on the ground was kinda weird. Almost as weird as the tent and alllll the stuff spread all over the pitch. So there really weren't going to be any brooms today. Emmeline frowned as she walked closer and closer to her classmates, finally dropping down to sit next to Stasya. 'Cept Emmeline was sitting on a coat 'cause it was cold. She flashed Stasya a grin and said, "Hiiii Stasya! How're your creatures doing?" She didn't ask how Stasya herself was doing, just in case her bestie was having a bad day for..reasons and stuff.

She scanned her classmates' faces to see if anyone else looked like they had any idea about what they'd be doing in a flying lesson with no brooms (weirdest thing ever), but everybody looked just as clueless as she was. She gave Professor B a smile, though, and called: "Hiiii, Professor B!" See, she still had manners. Emmeline also smiled and waved at everyone she knew, but especially at Derf and Zoryn. Seeing Zoryn reminded her of something and she tried to catch the third year's eye, 'cause she'd just realized: What if it was Professor B with the mid-life crisis?! 'Cause, you know, he'd scheduled a flying lesson with no brooms.