Jumping up from the floor, he walked over to the ancient wooden broom he'd borrowed from the school. If he did make the team, he'd most certainly have to buy a new broom! Turning now, Ewan smiled at Chloe before wishing her good luck. Breathing in and out, he slowly stepped over his broom before finally sitting on it in a comfy position. Finally, when the loud whistle blow came from the Capt, one last prayer was made to the flying god before finally, he pushed off the floor, His stomach somewhere back on the ground.

"Ahahahahaha! Okay... so this wasn't the noise he'd intended to make but he was actually flying! He'd done it! In all honesty, he wasn't flying fast but he at least off the ground. And besides, the ground looked rather hard from up here. Flying clockwise now, he slowly started to pick up a bit of speed. Around once, then twice, three times... He kept going, getting better and better with each lap. It wasn't long before he felt right at home up here! and then it was over. The second whistle could be heard above all the chatter from the other children. Slowly, unsure of how to fly down to the ground, he inched forward on the broom. Inch by inch, he reached the ground, his broom vibrating less and less as he made his way closer to the centre of the pitch.