Why did they even have flying lessons in the winter? Sure it was fun, but it was freezing. Even beneath his layers Olly found himself shivering as he made his way down to the quidditch pitch. He didn't necessarily mind the cold yet, but standing out there for long was not going to be particularly enjoyable. Maybe they would do some moving around during the lesson to help warm them up. He sure hoped so. Or he might do some charms to help with the heat.

"Hello professor," he greeted when he reached the pitch. It looked like he was early, which was unusual for him. He smiled at the small ones already gathered and waited for more students to arrive and for the class to start.