For the record, the only reason Heath hadn't interjected in the firstie tantrum situation was because he trusted Professor Kazmi to intervene. And he did. The dark-haired Ravenclaw couldn't help but feel a bit satisfied at the points loss. Ha, serves her right! he thought. Nobody deliberately attacks my girlfriend and gets away with it! It didn't matter to him that it was only a foam ball that couldn't have actually hurt her. The angry intent behind it was the same!

At the professor's beckoning, he flew in that direction, hovering midair near the man. Wait, they were doing what now? His heart dropped, and an uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of his stomach at the thought of actually falling. Nonononono! Usually he could sort of push his fear of heights aside to participate in flying lessons. but this was too much! He was glad he was already in the air! It felt as if his legs had turned to jelly, which would've made pushing off from the ground difficult.

His eyes flicked toward the fake wands as he debated whether or not to take one. He didn't want his wand to break, as he was rather attached to it, but if something did go wrong - if he missed the net, if the net broke under him, or something like that - he'd feel better having a real wand! He swallowed hard, glancing at the sky above the net. Welp, here goes!

His heart was practically beating out of his chest, and his hands shook as he nudged the broom upward, stopping just a few feet above the net. If he had to do this, he was going to start simple with a height that wouldn't kill him if something went wrong! He glanced down at the net below and… promptly gripped his broom handle even tighter, like a sloth holding on to a tree branch for dear life. Oh Merlin, this would never do! He took a deep calming breath. Nothing will go wrong, he tried to convince himself. You have a net; you have your wand, and you have a professor nearby.*

He managed to let go with his right hand to grip his wand, and slowly but surely he leaned to his left side. That way, hopefully that side would take the brunt of the fall and spare his wand. Now all he had to do was… let go! The moment he felt himself falling through the air, he waved his wand at himself and cried. "Arresto Momentum!" To his relief, he felt his fall slowing. and he gently bounced onto the net below. Whew, that was terrifying, but he did it! Now he just had to do it again however many more times he could fit in until the lesson ended.