 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Soon enough, his classmates were joining him bit by bit. He heard a voice calling to him and he slowed a bit to look over to see Luther. Jude grinned. “Hey, Luther! Yeah, it is!” This Hufflepuff was enjoying the moment fully, and it just might be one of his favourite things ever - to be up in the air before the majority of the students got there. He matched the pace of Luther and his broomstick so that they flew side by side.
Until it was time for the lesson to start, of course.
Trusting that Luther had heard Escalante’s instructions, he landed then dismounted but waited for a bit to ensure the Gryffindor was on his feet safely. It was in Jude’s nature to look out for his friends. After doing so, he sank onto a cushion somewhere at the back, his broomstick beside him. Yes, he was all set for the lesson, and was as fit as a fiddle!
The sixth year’s left hand went up almost immediately after the question was asked. “Like you mentioned earlier, professor - if they’re not feeling well. Imagine a flier vomiting mid-air and getting that sick all over themselves and the others around them. That’s a potential risk for crashes.” |