Maddie eyed the notebooks as the professor clamped his hand down on the stack of them. They weren't going to take notes about flying, were they? The third wanted to take to the skies, not write about taking to the skies. Oh. They were part of a long-term assignment? Hmm... That had the potential to be either really, really fun or really, really boring. She'd just have to wait and see. All she knew for sure was that it involved writing...and a lot of it.

Oh, wait...so was this lesson going toward an exercise routine? Maddie's day-to-day functioning was like a ping pong ball bouncing around in a phone booth. That was probably more exercise than any sort of routine she could get involved in. She was listening, though. Then there were all sorts of questions, which had Maddie raising her hand with all sorts of questions in return.

"Professor, I'm pretty much a spastic little ball of constant action," she said. "People have even told me I'm like a ping ping ball in a phone booth. Does that count as physical activity? I don't really have a routine, though." She shrugged. "Now that I'm on the Quidditch team, though, I'll probably have lots of flying exercises."