Okay, Emmerson maybe if you had pick another first year to pick on, you would've gotten away with it. But Ollie isn't that dumb. She rolled her eyes to the girls suggestion of gluing her bum to the broom. What was so special about her that she could give "constructive criticism"? Ollie tried to let it roll down her back and not get frustrated by odd "advice". She actually needed help flying.
She returned her attention back to her Professor and listened. Of course she was going to go slow and steady! She wasn't looking for another crash landing. But, give up her broom? If she was going to be flying around on the one, shouldn't she practice and learn on it? Reluctantly, she handed it over to the Professor and grab on of the other brooms that were around.
Then Atlas came up to her and the Professor. Where had he gotten that idea from? Of course the broom doesn't chose you, Ollie just needed a baby broom. "No Atlas, I just can't fly." She wasn't trying to be snippy but she was aggravated with giving her broom up and with not being able to fly, and with Emmerson's dumb advice! Why was the class so hard!!
She stomped over a few feet and readied to ride this broom. She was going to get it whether she liked it or not! She straddled the broom and closed her eyes. Okay broom, we are going to do this together, she thought. She slowly she came off the ground, only a few feet, and quickly flew upward! Uh-oh, she was in trouble now! Note to self, don't fly when you're aggravated. |