Kyle made his way down by the pitch, a little worried. He had never flown before, and to be honest he was a little afraid of heights. His older siblings never seemed to have a problem with it, however. On approaching, he wasn't sure if he should get a broom right off the bat, or if he should wait for the professor to tell them to pick one up. He decided to wait to be on the safe side. The hula hoops and the cauldrons made him wonder what their lesson would be about. Would they have to fly by and pick them up? Toss a hula hoop over someone else? He shook his head. It did no good to theorize just yet. He didn't have all the data he needed to come up with a decent hypothesis.

Flying classes. Now here's something and someone that appreciates contraptions hovering off the ground.

The Curly Top zoomed for the pitch, his awesome broom in hand. "Goodafternoon Professor...." he began as he spotted the man just chilling on his broom. Haha his kinda Prof really.

But oh the hoola hoops and the CAULDRONS are spotted. Yep they were. A grin that showed he could barely contain his excitement graced the young man's features. Are they gonna be playing what he thinks they would be playing? Ohboyohboyohboy.....

Olivia had been very curious about the strange Groundskeeper. Not only a Groundskeeper...but also the Flying instructor? He was a burly man, and it amazed her that he could instruct them about brooms... but there he was in the sky; balancing perfectly along one. It was a rather charming sight, and the blonde found herself applauding. Literally applauding. Her hands were loudly slapping together at the graceful display, and Liv happened to know a thing or two about "graceful displays". She was a ballerina, after all.

"Bravo, sir. Bravo!"

Also, no school brooms necessary for her! Olivia had been gifted one by her professional quidditch player father. It was league standard and everything. One of her prized possessions, if she really put thought into it. That was normal, right? For a person to consider their broom a "prized possession"? Ahem, in preparation for the lesson, Liv had trimmed its twigs and everything the night before (just as her dad had taught her). So, it (and she) were ready to go.

Oh!... And there was a lone ickle (Zellana) already present (and an Ace, but she knew Ace and that was completely different). It would've been terribly rude not to approach and try to make some type of small talk...right? Merlin, the blonde didn't want anyone to assume she was rude. Especially not any of the younger kids. "Hello! ....Are you excited?"

Kimi made his way out to where the flying lesson was going to be held and said "Good afternoon Professor" Kimi stood and waited patiently for the lesson to begin

Kyle looked over as he was addressed and smiled a little. She seemed very friendly and had a wonderful looking broom. "More nervous than anything else. I'm afraid of heights. Well, most heights, anyway. I've done okay on a ferris wheel and I've climbed trees before. Not very high, though."

Rooney greeted their new Flying Professor with a smile and also a wave, considering that he was sure to get a crick in his neck if he continued with a conversation with someone already in the air, especially when it seemed that they were lying down on the broom. Yikes. Was that really the impression they should have been giving the younger students about the art of broom handling? Roo thought not and hoped that none of his Ravenclaws dared to copy, they'd get stern looks for weeks. Especially if Miss Jessa Cambridge stepped outta safety guidelines.

He collected one of the school brooms for himself, thinking nothing of the fact he was a seventh year without his own broom. He didn't need one and much preferred the gift of new books and cauldrons over something he would get no use out of. Rooney wasn't a leisurely flyer. He took part in classes and that was about it.

And speaking of cauldrons....was...that a stack of them..?

With broom in hand, Olivia Holden reluctantly walked down to the Quidditch Pitch. Flying was definitely not one of her strongest suits and she wasn't prepared to show how awful she was to the rest of her classmates, especially Matt and Ace. They'd probably make fun of her for it. While she had been practicing, Olivia knew that her level wasn't too great so she walked quietly down to the Pitch. Then she saw the Professor casually lying on his back. What? Ummm... He looked relaxed. "Hello Professor!" she said with a small smile, trying to seem as upbeat as possible whilst the death of her reputation loomed in front of her. Just smile. The Professor seemed chill. Maybe this class would be chill?

Clutching her broom a little closer, she glanced around the crowd to find Ace already ready to go. Well someone was ready for an exciting class. She headed towards him before her eye was caught by the set of hula hoops and..... cauldrons? She blinked. Hmm... What were they going to be doing today? She headed towards Ace and a few others (Olivia and Zellana). "Hey! How's it going?" she said with a small wave.

Another girl who seemed pretty nice. Kyle waved at the girl approaching them with a smile. "Heya! So far so good. Any idea what the hula hoops and cauldrons are for? He seems pretty excited about them,"
he said, pointing to Ace.

Scared of heights, huh?

"Well, flying is an exhilarating feeling. It's like.. you've taken command of the skies, when you're up on a broom. It can be a little bit of a shock at first, but it's mostly liberating. I'll stay close, just in case." She paused, smiling at Rooney as he appeared on the pitch. Oh, and the other Olivia. The Holden one. "If you'd like, of course." She was a terrific flyer. More than once her father had suggested she try going out for quidditch.

Wasn't there a sport that required cauldrons? Or was her brain making that up?........NO. Creaothceann! That was it! "Think he'll make us wear them on our heads?"

Olivia smiled at the first year (Zellana). Hmmm... She had no clue but at the mention of Ace seeing excited about it all. "I have no clue," she said with a frown. She chuckled at Olivia Phillips' statement about wearing the cauldron's on their heads. She wouldn't mind that then everyone wouldn't see what a horrible flyer she was. "Now that would be a sight." Turning her gaze back towards the cauldrons, she tilted her head to the side as she thought. "Cauldrons... Hoola hoops... Maybe we have to work as a team to get the cauldrons through the hoola hoops?" she offered a guess. "No, no, that doesn't seem right..."

Kyle blinked. "Wear them on our heads? I hope not. They can be pretty heavy, after all." He thought about it and sat in the grass. "I think I'd like someone sticking close. If I can even manage to get up in the air." That was a possibility, wasn't it? That he wouldn't even be able to get it up? What if he couldn't fly at all? But commanding a broom was just magic, and he was good at most magic, so that might not be a problem after all. She said it was liberating, like taking command of the skies. That did sound rather nice.

Flying

Théo was excited to get back in the air and with his own broom this time and it wasn't too cold and well Théo was ready. It also looked like the Groundskeeper or where you suppose to call him a Professor. The second year was confused by that. Well he was ready for the lesson or ready to see someone do something wrong and call them out. Whichever.

"Hi Ground....Professor"

Yeah he was just going to find a place to stand.

If there was one class that made Abey feel all warm and fuzzy inside - even though it made him freezing cold and BRRRRRR on the outside - it was flying. THIS was something he KNEW how to DO. Even Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms and Transfiguration had aspects to them that Abey struggled with, but not flying. This class was ALL practical, and it was something Abey had been doing since he could hold onto a broom, which meant it was something he could DO.

And - AND - he had proved himself capable too, this last summer. He had proved he was TEAM-worthy when it came to flying.

AND. ANNNDDNDNDNDNNDNDDDDDDD, THIS year he wasn't a first year anymore, which meant his OWN BROOM.

But better than anything else, this class was taking place outside. Abey had his problems with outside, mainly the fact that it was always so cold, but being inside the castle had started to make him feel jittery. For reasons.

Out to the pitch he strolled - practically skipped - to join the growing crowd of students. Abey scanned everyone's faces, looking for the old man face which belonged to the profes-... uhh... groundskeeper? Professor? ... That One Guy. It was actually only a few moments before he thought to look to the skies, and saw him hovering up there... like that.

"Cool!" Abey exclaimed, before hop-skip-jumping over to Théo - broom in hand - and giving him a nudge. "Betcha I can stay on my broom like that for longer than you can," he declared, pointing up at... That One Guy, and flashing his friend a characteristic toothy grin.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy!

Jessa was excited about flying, honestly. The girl had never been bad at flying, not with the help she'd gotten from her father and her sister sometimes when she wasn't ridiculously busy but what made her excited was the fact she and Cameron had been PRACTISING.

Soon she'd be doing wild things like the Professor. Did anyone else see him flying on his back like that?? Of course they did, he wasn't invisible. "Can you do that too, Rooney??" The young girl asked, coming to a stop by the side of her Prefect. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she watched the man hover about.

"Hello Professor. Will you be teaching us that today?"

Yes she saw the hoops and yes she saw the cauldrons, but what REALLY interested her was the fancy broom tricks the Professor quite clearly knew. Jessa leaned against her broom, glad Cameron had suggested she bring it this year. The school brooms were fine, but she happened to like the one she'd received for her birthday better. Olivia got a wave, as did Theo but really......riding on your back! How soon could she try?

Time for a flying lesson!?

SCHWEEETTTTT

This slytherin was really excited for this lesson. She was itching to go flying on a broom and experience the fresh air. Her family couldn't afford to get her a broom this term, Zae knew she needed to borrow a broom from the class. As she walked down to the huge field and felt the september breeze, Zae noticed other classmates were here. They seemed to be around her age. She didn't feel alone. Zae saw the Professor and gave a polite nod and said, "Hello Professor.." He seemed to be an odd sort but let's see if he can teach her how to fly.

Zarina found an empty spot to stand and waited for instruction.

Most of the lessons weren’t really anything that got Stasya too nervous, even if half of them she wasn’t entirely confident about yet. Mostly because she hadn’t had a wand before so she was still getting used to it, but flying was something else entirely. She’d never flown. She couldn’t remember if she knew anyone who had, even. Mama didn’t. Gobstones didn’t involve flying after all, and she hadn’t seen papa on a broom either. It had made her approach the grounds near the Quidditch pitch hesitantly, if still with a high level of curiosity. It never hurt to try something at least once, plus she figured there would be much less chance of anything involving creatures than there was in lessons like Potions. She’d try, anyway.

It helped when she saw that there were people she recognized already there, as she’d walked through the open gate to the pitch. Ace, Théo, a couple other Gryffindors…And Liv. She’d somewhat made a beeline for the older girl, stopping kind of between her and one of the brooms lying on the ground before she gave her and Kyle a smile. “Hi!” Oh, and the head boy too, since he was nearby. He’d gotten a smile too.

Then she had looked up, noticing Abey’s gesture upward, and saw the groundskeeper hovering around, balanced entirely on his back on the broom. Hopefully they weren’t going to be expected to do that. She was oh so tempted to ask, but instead she let herself give in to a different temptation. One that she wasn’t sure the groundskeeper knew about her, or anyone else really. “Góðan daginn,” she called up to him. Mama had taught her a little bit of her native language, just like papa had taught her a little bit of Russian.

Perfect day for flying. Is it not?

IT IS INDEEDY!

Best part about it was that he was a SECOND year now and SECOND years got to bring their own brooms because SECOND years were not first years and SECOND years had permission. Derf was honestly tempted to just fly down to the pitch from the castle on HIS OWN BROOM but had refrained. Dad had warned him about not doing that and practicing a bit of patience...but it was REALLY REALLY HARD when he was itching like he had had ants in his pants to STAAAAART.

A thought that was only intensified when he arrived and saw the groundskeeper already up on his broom LOOKING SUPER NEAT AND COOL!

Confident and eager, Derf mounted his broom without a second thought and pushed off the pitch with a grin wider than the Cheshire cat's. Swerving and performing an accidental and sloppy figure eight in his haste, the Hufflepuff glided along beside the groundskeeper.

"GOOD DAY, SIR!" he chirped. The SECOND year was TOTALLY handling his broom with care, see? He had read the rules! He knew! NOT A TOY!

To be perfectly, completely honest, Daisy didn't particularly need this lesson. Especially if first years were going to be around too, which meant that a good thirty minutes of the lesson would be spent explaining just how to get on a broomstick and start flying. It wasn't normal for her to walk into a lesson feeling like she wouldn't learn anything, but flying was different. This, she knew how to do. After all, being able to fly a broomstick was kind of a pre-requisite to being in the U-17 Quidditch team. .... had she ever mentioned that?

Still, it was a couple hours more of practise and that never hurt, especially when all of a sudden her schedule was pretty occupied. Daisy would adjust it, maybe even drop a few things, but the problem was that she simply didn't want to. Well. She said problem.

Top of the line broomstick on her shoulder, Daisy walked past the groundskeeper and chuckled. "Hello, Sir." That was a way to hover around, she supposed. Not one she had ever tried, yet, but she might just start doing that. Oh, look. She learned something new. Kind of, anyway. Shaking her head in amusement, she made her way towards a slightly empty area of the ground and finally looked around. Derfael was flying already, there was a tower of cauldrons swinging about ... Hogwarts. It truly was never boring.

Flying was something Emmeline had a little experience with, though she wasn't supposed to have and she wasn't very good. She had maybe, sort of, borrowed her big brother's broom and flown around the countryside sometimes. She wasn't so good at landing, so maybe the professor could help? Or was practically crashing how you were supposed to land with brooms?

She smiled as she saw the professor was lying down on his broom -- cool -- and Derf was zooming around on his too. Looking around, she moved over to Stasya and the other kids she was standing with. She wanted to sit/fly/whatever with some big kids this time, because she was kind of nervous. It would be embarrassing to almost-crash in front of everyone, and big kids knew A LOT. "Hi!" I'm Emmeline," she told the people standing near Stasya that she didn't know.

No school broom for this one; the parents had finally set their foot down and given all four Kennings with their very own. He was fairly sure he was right when he thought Takeru's arrival had a lot to do with it, but it wasn't like he'd been given a lot of choice in the matter. Executive decisions were done a lot at home,anyway. Just because they irritated the everything out of him did not mean he wasn't used to them.

Besides, there was surely nothing wrong with a broomstick of his own.

...It was really just a matter of principle, though. Once again, he'd been robbed of yet another decision.

He was well aware there was a certain element of dramatic and over-reaction happening here, at least.

"Sir." The new groundskeeper seemed to be admiring the clouds or something. "Hello." The old man looked very comfortable, which Levi supposed at least one of them was. He was an alright flyer at best, but flying had never come that easily for the boy; it required more focus than he thought it deserved, which was exactly why the second he turned seventeen he'd take his apparition test and say GOODBYE to flying forever. No reason to continue to perfect something he didn't even like.

Anyway. He waved at Olivia, the head boy, a Gryffindor girl whose name he was pretty sure was also Olivia, Cambridge, the other younger human beings. He went to stand next to Daisy, touched his shoulder to hers in greeting. "The good news is that it isn't really windy." At least the weather was being thoughtful.

Ground Professor? That was a new one, Melbourne chuckled when she overheard Théo’s words…that, was one heck of a greeting. Still, the Gryffindor couldn’t help but grin when she spotted all of her friends and classmates that were already there.

Mel looked over when she heard Stasya’s words…was that Swedish? No, the accent was slightly different from anything ”…that was good day right? It…sounds a –lot like what my great-gran used to say whenever we visited her in Sweden,” Mel explained with a grin…at least, that was what she had thought Stasya had said.

Mel’s fingers were tightly clutched around her broom…HERs, it wasn’t amazing or anything but it was her very own broom and that was just brilliant. ”Hey Levi,” Mel grinned over to the Kenning boy before glancing at his broom, ”I like the broom” she commented while inwardly adding that she hoped he didn’t lose it…after all it looked sturdier than most of the school brooms…it was then, after greeting Levi that Mel finished as she looked at the cauldrons and hoolahoops.

”…I have a feeling those Cauldrons aren’t for Creaothceann,” Mel pretended to dramatically sigh as she took a moment to lightly bop her friend Tenacius on the shoulder to the bristles of her broom. ”it’s a shame…I do wonder how long we’d all last collecting falling rocks in cauldrons” yep…dangerous games were always fun yeah?

SPOILER!!: Kyle + Olivia Holden

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Olivia smiled at the first year (Zellana). Hmmm... She had no clue but at the mention of Ace seeing excited about it all. "I have no clue," she said with a frown. She chuckled at Olivia Phillips' statement about wearing the cauldron's on their heads. She wouldn't mind that then everyone wouldn't see what a horrible flyer she was. "Now that would be a sight." Turning her gaze back towards the cauldrons, she tilted her head to the side as she thought. "Cauldrons... Hoola hoops... Maybe we have to work as a team to get the cauldrons through the hoola hoops?" she offered a guess. "No, no, that doesn't seem right..."

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Kyle blinked. "Wear them on our heads? I hope not. They can be pretty heavy, after all." He thought about it and sat in the grass. "I think I'd like someone sticking close. If I can even manage to get up in the air." That was a possibility, wasn't it? That he wouldn't even be able to get it up? What if he couldn't fly at all? But commanding a broom was just magic, and he was good at most magic, so that might not be a problem after all. She said it was liberating, like taking command of the skies. That did sound rather nice.

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"You could lessen the weight with a charm, if you were going to wear it." She grinned down at the small boy as he'd parked on the ground. After a spare moment, she followed suit; laying her broom across her lap. Precious cargo. No one needed to get any ideas.

Refocusing on the other Olivia, the blonde grinned. "Gosh, could you imagine tossing cauldrons at one another? Talk about ringing someone's bell." Getting lugged by a thick hunk of iron would surely knock someone out. OH. They could be substituted for bludgers, cause, you know bludgers were also made from the same materials. They hadn't used to be called blooders for nothing.

SPOILER!!: Stasya + Emmeline

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Most of the lessons weren’t really anything that got Stasya too nervous, even if half of them she wasn’t entirely confident about yet. Mostly because she hadn’t had a wand before so she was still getting used to it, but flying was something else entirely. She’d never flown. She couldn’t remember if she knew anyone who had, even. Mama didn’t. Gobstones didn’t involve flying after all, and she hadn’t seen papa on a broom either. It had made her approach the grounds near the Quidditch pitch hesitantly, if still with a high level of curiosity. It never hurt to try something at least once, plus she figured there would be much less chance of anything involving creatures than there was in lessons like Potions. She’d try, anyway.

It helped when she saw that there were people she recognized already there, as she’d walked through the open gate to the pitch. Ace, Théo, a couple other Gryffindors…And Liv. She’d somewhat made a beeline for the older girl, stopping kind of between her and one of the brooms lying on the ground before she gave her and Kyle a smile. “Hi!” Oh, and the head boy too, since he was nearby. He’d gotten a smile too.

Then she had looked up, noticing Abey’s gesture upward, and saw the groundskeeper hovering around, balanced entirely on his back on the broom. Hopefully they weren’t going to be expected to do that. She was oh so tempted to ask, but instead she let herself give in to a different temptation. One that she wasn’t sure the groundskeeper knew about her, or anyone else really. “Góðan daginn,” she called up to him. Mama had taught her a little bit of her native language, just like papa had taught her a little bit of Russian.

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Flying was something Emmeline had a little experience with, though she wasn't supposed to have and she wasn't very good. She had maybe, sort of, borrowed her big brother's broom and flown around the countryside sometimes. She wasn't so good at landing, so maybe the professor could help? Or was practically crashing how you were supposed to land with brooms?

She smiled as she saw the professor was lying down on his broom -- cool -- and Derf was zooming around on his too. Looking around, she moved over to Stasya and the other kids she was standing with. She wanted to sit/fly/whatever with some big kids this time, because she was kind of nervous. It would be embarrassing to almost-crash in front of everyone, and big kids knew A LOT. "Hi!" I'm Emmeline," she told the people standing near Stasya that she didn't know.

Oh, and there was Stasya and Emmeline. She'd met the latter on several occasions by now, but had always failed to share her own name. That's what happened when you had the concentration of a goldfish...sometimes. It was worse when too many people were around... "I'm Olivia. I keep meaning to introduce myself, but... I'm scatterbrained." Sorry about that, Emmeline. Also, to little Stasya. "Hello, dearest! Ready to fly today?"

...And we see you Levi. Sup, bruh.

"Mm... That's true." Kyle nodded and smiled as she sat down in the grass with him. "I can't imagine throwing cauldrons at one another. Could you imagine one of them getting caught on the broom? That would throw the whole thing off. And the whole 'ringing someone's bell' part." He giggled a little. "I wonder if there's a reason they're stacked like that. It looks a little precarious."

Even though this wasn't going to feel like a lesson to Skylar, she was still stoked to be attending because of any opportunity to be flying at Hogwarts would work to simulate what experience it might be to fly for her house team. Plus practice so she could hopefully make the U-17 team next summer, which would be amazing.

Approaching she smiled when she saw the way the groundskeeper was balancing on his broom and had to admit she was very impressed with that ability. She would have to try that herself should she grow bored of ordinary flying. Not wanting to distract him for heaven forbid he lose his balance, Skylar approached to stand next to Daisy, figuring the older girl would offer steady competition for whatever today's lesson held in store for them.