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demented_death_eater · 09-16-2010, 01:55 AM

Located directly next to the castle is a vast expanse of green grass. This is where all Flying Lessons take place unless Professor Vindictus changes the venue.

A broom rack sits on a flat patch of ground and next to it is the professor. If you're here for the lesson, please have a seat on the grass and wait for the professor to begin.

Do not announce that you're late or else points will be taken away.

If you're not here for the lesson and take a broom for a joy ride on the grounds, then expect to face the wrath of Vindictus.

Roselyn · 09-18-2010, 04:21 AM

*sigh*

Could she not just lay there for a few moments in shame? Lifting her head slightly, she turned and craned her neck to look over at the professor before flopping back down on the ground. At least the class was over. And at least Destiny wasn't laughing or anything. Or, so she thought. Evelyn was too busy trying to block out anymore noise to really pay attention.

Sitting up, she brushed all the grass off of her back and in her hair before standing all the way up and walking towards the growing pile of mops, taking her own with her. Right. That had got to be her, least favorite flying lesson ever. TWI-....THREE times! She fell.

PFFFFT! Laying the mop gently on the grass, no matter how much she just wanted to...TOSS IT! Meh. Psssh...pfft.

BanaBatGirl · 09-18-2010, 04:24 AM

Letting out a premature little cackle, Fletcher continued on his path of destruction directly toward Salander. He wasn't even a bit disturbed by the boy's uncontrollable spinning nor apparent green face.

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Originally Posted by Steelsheen

Careeeeeeening across the skies from Haughtine, Salander struggled to regain control of his mop. He was speeding so much that the skin on his face started to fold back against itself. "S-s-sslow dooownnn... " he whimpered at his mop as he held onto it tightly, still unaware that leaning forward was keep his speed consistent if not making it accelerate even further. He held onto dear life as he buzzed right by other flyers....

.... and saw Fletcher hovering dead ahead, right in his path

"Gitouttadawaaaayyyy!!!!! " he yelled. But the GlitterPuff wasnt moving, instead had this creepy sneer on his face as he stared at the Slytherin head on. What is he?..... is he pulling the game of Chicken NOW?!?!?!? he panicked as he sped even closer to the Hufflepuff Champion. Had that been the blond Durmstrang hulk, Salander wouldnt even think twice of going head to head. But he had vested interest in keeping all of Team Hogwarts alive and in one piece. At least until the Tournament is over.

He pulled on his mop sharply at the last minute, missing Fletcher by INCHES. Huzzah! But that didnt keep his soggy mop end from slapping against the GlitterPuff. Oops.

"YOU get outta th' way!" he shouted right back, eyes widening as he realized he couldn't even turn the mop if he wanted to. The stupid thing was too slow --- it was like trying to make the Titanic avoid hitting the perilous iceberg.

And then....

WHAP.

Salander's DISGUSTING, filthy, dripping mop smacked Fletcher straight between the eyes and the Hufflepuff champion was knocked backward off his broom.

His mop continued zooming forward until it hit the invisible wall at the end of the grass and gradually sank to the ground. Fletcher, meanwhile, tried to compose himself and spit out the little chunks of dirt and grass that he had somehow gotten into his mouth when he'd fallen off.

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Originally Posted by Lady Kay

TWEET!

"Time to land!" Vindictus called out. "Place your mops into a neat pile to my left and you're excused. Homework will be posted shortly."

Finally, finally, the signal came that meant the end of this horrific lesson. YES. Suddenly energized, Fletcher sprang up off the ground, dashed to his broom, and then returned the stupid thing to the pile by Vindictus.

He shot the professor a grumpy look and brushed himself off as he hurried away from that horrid class. Needless to say, that homework was not high up on his list.

Wonderstruck · 09-18-2010, 06:08 AM

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Vindictus was watching the students and when he saw Patroclus use magic, he frowned. At no time did he give any student permission to use magic in the lesson because wand use and flying was a highly dangerous mix, and thus not allowed.

"Put your wand away!" he shouted at the Gryffindor and made a mental note to take away points for such recklessness.

Alice was glad to be done with the lesson and with this mop. She placed it into the rack and headed off, in desperate need of a shower. Her hair was still somewhat crusty from the dry mud she hadn't been able to get completely out of her hair.

SlytherinSistah · 09-18-2010, 08:25 AM

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Originally Posted by Steelsheen

Somewhat flying--mostly dragging-- his mop across the greens, Salander was starting to wonder if he was ever gonna get any kind of vertical mobility. He was getting the hang of moving forward, but staying well below all the other flyers had him catching a lot of their mop drippings onto himself. "This is disgusting!" he grumbled as he wiped off for the nth time random drippings hitting his face.

He reached the end of the greens just where the (now very familiar) Invisible Barrier stood. Hell bent on getting some decent altitude, he stood at the bottom of the invisible wall and looked up against the sky littered with flyers. He pressed his arm against a nearby hedge for resistance, angled his mop and kicked hard against the barrier. He sprung out against the corner like a slingshot.

Yes! We have liftoff!!!

But just as he reached a decent height, he started to lose altitude. "Awww man!" he whined as his mop, although still flying, started to glide downward. He struggled to keep himself in the air when he found himself hovering near a familiar Slytherin....

Salander stared at the young girl, spinning like a top. "Whoah there Haughtine" he called out as he grabbed the looping end of her mop and tried to steady the young girl. Instead Salander started to spin along with her, forming a strange kind of human helicopter rotor. He tried to pull his mop end to slow them both down but instead started to slip down the mop shaft. In his panic he pushed himself forward and ended up accelerating, making their spinning go even faster. Salander started to feel sick, feeling his breakfast climbing up his gullet. He let go of Haughtine's mop as he clamped his hand over his mouth.....

.... and sent him careening across the sky.

When the Salander boy tried to help slow her down, Haughtine was relieved at first by his gallant gesture until they began to spin even faster. Haughtine clung tighter to the handle of her mop and almost started to cry, fearing she may be thrown and severely injured. She was able to suck it up and open her eyes long enough to see poor Salander go flying --literally-- towards champion Fletcher looking greener than even a Slytherin should.

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

TWEET!

"Time to land!" Vindictus called out. "Place your mops into a neat pile to my left and you're excused. Homework will be posted shortly."

She wanted to tell the Flying Professor that she would if she could, but she stayed clung tightly to the handle of her mop with her eyes shut tight for a moment. She already knew she looked foolish, but she wasn't about to look like a wimp on top of that.

Haughtine took a deep breath in and .... LEAP! She let go of the mop handled and tuck 'n rolled onto the grassy floor. She caught her breath in time to roll as the suspended mop came crashing down to earth towards her face.

Haughtine got to her feet and picked up the mop and headed towards the right of the teacher before stopping herself. HIS left, he said. Correcting her behavour she backtracked and moved to the correct spot and put her mop away, her ankles and shoes sopping wet. They made a terrible squish when she walked much to her chagrin.

BearyMay · 09-18-2010, 01:45 PM

Finally.
Dianna landed but not nicely. Boom, and there she go landing on her bottom. "Ow.." Dianna managed to say as she stood up and neatly placed her broom in the pile along with the rest. She liked today's lesson, besides the falling and crashing of course. She needed a shower and fast.

WillowSeawinds · 09-18-2010, 01:46 PM

Rowan gently landed, walked to the professors left, and deposited her mop onto the pile.

09-18-2010, 02:18 PM

After throwing the mop off his face, he wishes he could just lay there a bit more, and think over what he'd done wrong, JD groans and get to his feet when he hears the professor blow his whistle.

Grabbing the mop up off the ground, he makes his way to the pile and drops the broomstick on top of it. Glaring at it one last time he leaves the pitch. Normally he'd say great class to the professor, but he didn't want to lie, so he didn't say a word.

He needed a shower...and now.

HogwartsHokage · 09-18-2010, 04:02 PM

Jenny was happy when the professor finally blew the whistle; she never had so much trouble with a mop in all her life. She tried her best to land as gently as possible and placed her mop on the pile on the professor's left. "Have a nice day, Professor." Jenny said before rushing into the castle. She had to get to a shower super quickly; no one wants to walk with mud-trodden robes all day.

Daemon · 09-18-2010, 04:18 PM

Mmhmm. Stupid mop. Ty dumped it unceremoniously in the pile of mops that had already gathered and went to grab his bag. It was true that the mops were a COMPLETE failure, but flying class as a whole was REALLY fun and Ty liked Professor V. "Bye professor!" he called out and waved as he strode behind his classmates to the castle, his face MUCH happier now that the mops were gone.

Hmm - he needed to shower before the next lesson. All that flying and the one fall had left him covered in ick stuff.

keepmeclose22 · 09-19-2010, 02:56 AM

Pam landed slowly, and dismounted her broom. She walked over next to the teacher, and placed, not droped, her broom in the pile, then gathered her things and left.

Gryffindorgurl · 09-19-2010, 07:35 AM

Amber was giggling so much that she almost didn't notice when she started to slip off her mop. She shrieked and as she fell quickly grabbed onto the edge of the mop. After about three seconds of slow lowering, the mop decided to get lazy and dropped her to the ground without even a gracious landing. Amber rubbed her back, glaring at the mop that hated her so much. She was still smiling at the image of Fletcher with the mop on his head, so she couldn't be mad at Moppy for long. She walked over to the Professor and placed the mop on his left side, right on top of the others. She smiled and said, "Great lesson professor, I loved it! Except the part where I fell on my butt..." She grinned, grabbing her messenger bag and waving to the Professor before heading towards the exit.

PattyH. · 09-19-2010, 08:30 AM

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Vindictus was watching the students and when he saw Patroclus use magic, he frowned. At no time did he give any student permission to use magic in the lesson because wand use and flying was a highly dangerous mix, and thus not allowed.

"Put your wand away!" he shouted at the Gryffindor and made a mental note to take away points for such recklessness.

Gllll!

Patroclus had completely forgotten the no wand with Brooms rule, but then again these weren't brooms they were mops. And all he had done was a simple water spell however, what Vindictus said was law, "Sorry Professor!" he called as he flew past...

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

TWEET!

"Time to land!" Vindictus called out. "Place your mops into a neat pile to my left and you're excused. Homework will be posted shortly."

However time was up, so the boy landed and returned his broom. "Thanks Professor," he mumbled as he made to leave, the boy was still slightly embrassed, so he thought it best not to linger

tonks2 · 09-19-2010, 08:38 AM

Emmy heard professor V's whistle, and slowly descended. Dismounting next to him, she said, "That was a really good lesson, professor! Thank you!" smiling, she put her mop/steed down on the slowly growing pile, and gave it a pat, to say 'well done mop!'