FINALLY the class isabel had been dying to go...she was in heaven..just holding the broom in her hand was enough to make her feel like she was finally complete!! she closed her eyes and imagined her first moments off the ground she had watched her brothers so many times and now it was finally her time!!!!

Emmaleigh didn’t really listen too much to the first things their flying instructor said. It was all the same customary introduction, and she was to absorbed in her own little world trying to reassure herself that it was a good idea to be here. Catching the bit about standing beside a broom, the seventh year headed to the closest free broom, and stood to its left. Hopefully this would go better then it had at New Bern, where Atticus had yelled at her for being 16 and unable to fly.

Orr winced as Professor Vindictus clapped loudly. She immediately looked towards him. That is what she got for daydreaming a little. She should really pay more attention from now on.

Following the rest of the students, Orr headed to stand to the left of an old school broom. Having seen the new model brooms in Quality Quidditch Supplies over the summer made this broom look fragile and worn-out with a few twigs sticking out here and there. She couldn't believe that last year she thought that these old school brooms were the standard brooms that everyone used. The broom looked like it would barely stay up in the air holding her.

Oh well-- she was fairly certain that it was a good sturdy one.

Snapping out of her thoughts- she looked at the Professor and waited for his instructions.

Dylan was really excited about this flying class, cause it was flying! Like one of the easiest classes it had to be, he would say its the bestest but he hadn't attended some of the other classes yet so he couldn't really say that. But he was waiting to find out what this class would be like, though he wondered when the class was going to start. When they all fall asleep standing here? Hopefully not! he listened as the professor began talking about his holiday but stopped, this made DJ curious maybe it was a bad holiday he thought

Just then he hear clapping at the professor got their attention, yeah you had their attention now. They were supposed to do what? Oh right the easiest part, stand next to a broom. He stood to the left of a broom and looked around to see if people were doing it right, yeah they were. He was surprised to see quite a few oldies around, probably flying fans just like his captain Selina whom he should have expected to see here.. he then noticed he was standing next to Kurumi his prefect who was itching quite badly "Are you ok?" he whispered to her hoping the professor wouldn't mind him asking his prefect if she was ok, cause she was clearly not ok!

Jory listened to the instructions given. "Left side of the broom,'' he thought as he walked over to one of the brooms on the ground.

"Check.'' He waited with the other students for the other instructions.

Elliot didn't know why, but she had to come to this lesson. Because she was a lousy flyer. Every year, she came, and every year, she stayed..WELL, A LOUSY FLYER! Ugh. She was quiet while waiting for Professor Vindictus to speak to them...and she eyed the brooms very cautiously indeed.

And then he said to take a nice stance next to the brooms. Well great. And Elliot didn't even see any friends who could help her. And Gwen was supposed to take her to practice, but they hadn't gotten a chance yet! AAAHHH!

She went and stood next to a broom, trying her best not to look nervous. Because there was no way in Merlin's smelly socks that Elliot Mitchell Morganzo was afraid of any stinking broom. Nope. NEVER!

*Shifty*

Professor Vindictus' clapping reminded Kennedy of his old muggle school days, where his elementary teacher would clap to get the students' attention. Meh, it worked in this case too.

Kennedy walked across the grass and stood left to a broom and rolled his shoulders a bit. He's missed flying so much. He hasn't flown since...July? Daaaang. That was a long time and this young man needed to fly...like pronto.

Vindictus watched as the students selected their brooms and stood next to them. Once the path he created between the two broomstick rows was clear, he began his customary pacing down the aisle.

"Good. Good," he said and stopped directly in front of a certain Ravenclaw. "You selected a reliable broom, Vivi. Good job." He gave her a smile and resumed his pacing.

"Place your left hand over the broom and in a firm, steady voice, say 'Up!'." Vindictus knew that some students would have some difficulty with the most basic task. "Remember that you're in charge and not the broom - make sure you let it know that you're the boss! Once the broom handle hits your open palm, grasp it tightly."

Beezus waited as Professor Vindictus gave the next instructions. Her dark brown eyes followed him as he walked amongst them.

Then he stopped in front of a Ravenclaw she first saw at the Feast talking to Vickers. Who exactly was that girl? Everyone seemed to knew her. Beezus frowned a bit. Just in time, the Deputy Headmaster had ordered they call on their brooms now. Mind still wandering about the identity of the blonde, Beezus uttered a simple "Up" at the broom beside her and it quickly and steadily hit her open palm, then she gripped it tightly.

Meeh.

Now to wait for the signal to kick off, no?

Flying was not what Terry considered as one of his best subjects, in fact he had never sat on a broom before. Today would be different, although he contemplated not turning up at all, his mother had told him that flying is an important skill to have and so it would be useful to at least attend the basics lesson.

And so he had. The twelve year old had chosen to stand to one side but remaining close to older students in case he fell off or something and needed help. When he went over to the cupboard there was considerably less choice as much of the older students had grabbed one first. He went for an ageing one that looked the sturdiest and not like it would break as soon as he got on it. Once he had paced back to his spot he laid it down on the floor and listened for the Professors instructions.

It made him chuckle slightly, the way you had to talk to the broom like it was a dog learning new tricks. In truth, it was him that was learning here, the broom had probably done this a million times. He looked down at it, laying flat along the ground and much unlike it would take orders from Terry. "Umm.. Up" he mumbled whilst simultaneously stretching his palm down at it. Nothing happened which didn't surprise Terry at all, it didn't even wobble.

Brilliant. Why was he here again?

"Up" he spoke a little more confidently this time and the broom wobbled like it was ready to pounce but it stayed on the ground. The boy sighed and prepared himself for one last try. "UP!" he demanded and the handle flew straight up into his clasp. As an immediate reaction, he closed his fist around and looked up, grinning.

He has actually done it. Maybe this class wasn't so bad.

Cassia nodded at the Professor's instructions. Not that she didn't how to fly on a broom, she did it well last year. But she didn't get much of a practice during the summer. Thanks to her grandmother rule, no flying in the house!

The second year strode to where the school brooms where and stood besides one of them as she watched the other students do the same. She tried to choose a further one from the others because the thing with Cassia is that she gets nervous if someone was watching her. Surely the professor was watching all the students and one pair of eyes was ok. No need for the other students to stare. And that one of the reasons she doesn't consider trying-out for Quidditch, too many people watching.

So Cassia stood shifting her weight from foot to foot waiting for the next instruction.

Left hand? Cassia glanced down, oh she was on the wrong side then. She hopped over the broom until she stood to the right of the broom. She placed her left hand above the broom and muttered, "up." why did her voice sound hoarse. Probably because she hadn't spoken a word since she woke up. Well, yeah she wasn't going to get closer to other students so no one will watch her. She would do without talking just for now!

She cleared her throat and tried again. "Up!" She said but not concentrating. She shook her head, she needs to forget about people around her. Anyway ,students were busy of their own business. Nobody had time to stare. And really had to gain more confidence! So what if she messed up in public? Mmm…she'll look like an idiot.

Dismissing the pessimistic ideas, Cassia squared her shoulders and fixed her eyes on the broom. Taking a deep breath in she said firmly, "UP!"Yeah broom didn't you hear the Professor, I'm the BOSS! Once the broom was in the air and reached Cassia's palm. Cassia enclosed her fingers around the handle tightly biting her lower lip. Eh…probably the last gesture wasn't really necessary.

So what's next?

Tag looked around as some other students already had their brooms tightly clutched in their hands and he felt small compared to him, even though he was already small in height. How easily they all did this. He stared at them for a second before looking at the broom near him. Swallowing a bit he said in a quiet voice, "Up." Nothing happened. The broom feebly moved side to side. The very little hope he had in completing this task was already diminishing.

Professor Vindictus mentioned that they were the boss, not the broom. Tag was the boss of the broom? That was weird, he never remembered giving it a paycheck.Maybe he meant being more strong with the broom. Like, making sure it was the child and Tag was the parent and the broom had to listen to him. Hmm."UP!" He said with some force behind his voice.

The broom lifted itself up and he tightly grasped the handle as told so.

Kurumi noticed Logan in the lesson and somehow managed to offer him a small wave and a faint smile. She liked the little Puff, a lot, despite having only met him briefly on the platform and the train. She could just tell from the look in his eyes that he was expecting to learn from her...

...good luck with that. Kurumi would be lucky if she could get more than ten feet off the ground this lesson.

So much for being the role model.... >_________<

Wait...there were reliable and UNreliable brooms in this lesson?! Or was he just being coy? Please tell her that he was just being funny...Kurumi really couldn't handle a broom that was...unreliable. Not that she could really handle ANY broom at the moment. Not unless that broom was used for sweeping that is.

Placing a hand reluctantly over her broom Kurumi opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. No sound even came out. Instead it just hung there wide open for a dragon to fly in to should it so desire. And her arms were still itchy...so she paused for a moment to deal with them before putting her arm back out again. "............up........" she squeaked this time.

Only nothing happened. Er.....could she go back to the dormitories now, please?
Hand still hovering over the handle of her broom, Kurumi caught the first year's look and words and bit down hard on her lower lip while the color rose in her cheeks just a little. "I-I-I'm fine...." she said while shaking her head back and forth to indicate that she wasn't. Mixed signals much?

By now her nerve induced rash had spread a bit up to her shoulders and would soon be showing around the collar of her uniform. It really was ridiculous how she got when flying or Quidditch was involved. Not to mention downright embarrassing....THANKS SELINA!

The former-and-never-to-be-again-Seeker held her hand over the handle a little more firmly this time and tried to muster a bit more Gryffindor courage. "...up..." This time the broom moved towards her...at a snail's pace...but it was still moving upwards so at least that was something.

So...this was basically her whole problem last year.

That the stupid school brooms didn't want to cooperate with her. Blue was just super duper glad that she could use her OWN luffly Cleansweep 39 for Quidditch instead of these smelly things. Ladedaaaa, not really listening to her head of house, Blue held out her hand gingerly, ready to be smacked across the palm. "UP." Yeah, move your lazy butt broom and get up! The broom stayed still, almost mocking her. Pouting slightly, the twelve-year-old was gonna try again. "UP!" More forcefully this time. The broom rolled a little bit, teasing her.

Blue stomped her foot in frustration, glaring at the stupid thing. Right. Making sure Vindictus wasn't looking, she grabbed the broom of the ground and hopped back up, making her eyes wide and innocent. Yep. Nothing to see here.

Ladedadedaaaa.

Reliable broom? She just hopes so. Juliet is not afraid of flying, she's just traumatized of what may happen if the broom just goes crazy... IT COULD HAPPEN. Or maybe not. Juliet stood there and waited for the professor's next instructions.

Let it know you're the boss. Juliet smirked. She can surely do that. Juliet positioned her hand above the broom and heard people saying up already. She looked at the broom on the floor and with a deep breath she said "UP!" and with that the broom handle swiftly moved towards her palm. As soon as it hit, Juliet managed to grasp as tightly as possible but she did sort of had a little imbalance there. Thankfully her legs is strong enough.

Phew. Done.

Making a broom zoom up into your hand. Simple, right? Wrong. She glanced up at the Professor then down at her broom. Oh Merlin. She lifted out her left hand, the one that had the funny looking scar from when she had fallen off her broom on some barb wire, not exactly encouraging.

Glenn blew a stray piece of hair from her face and said firmly, "Up." When it did nothing, she glared at the broom. Feeling a blush creep into her face, Glenn looked up see if anyone else was struggling. Hmm. Some. Mostly ickles though.

Feeling like a million foot tall troll, the blonde lifted her hand over the broom again; looked at the broom sternly and said, "UP." The broom zoomed into her outstretched hand. Glenn grinned. No broom was going to make Glenn Reyes look stupid.

Taylor placed her hand over the broom, admiring her French manicure while doing so. She knew the broom would go up for her since that was always the case. "Up." It wasn't a yell or even that loud though it was firm to show that she and not the broom was in control. The broom flew up and hit her palm. Her fingers wrapped around the piece of wood, making her smile. Tay wished that it was her own broom though and that they could just push off already but Oh well... She would just have to wait.

Ah yes. The basics. Kat got a broom and placed in on the grass. Yes yes yes. This part.

Kat place her left hand over the broom and said, "Up!" In a flashing speed, the broom handle hit her palm and she grasped it tight. Yep, she never had a problem with this class. Not at all.

That uy was being published... cool. Sarah went over to a broom and using her watch to see which side was her left, she went over to the appropriate side of the broom.

She stuc out her left hand, her watch twinkled in the sunlight and said "up", yet to know avail... it did not work. She did it again, this time firmly "UP" the broom hit her open palm and she grasped it tightly.

Vickers took a quick glance at the Professor and nodded his head silently. Right school brooms being what they are and all that.... He hovered his hand over the broom to his left and uttered a simple "Up." He expected it to simply rise and float to his hand....

It didnt move an inch.

He let out a measured breath as his lips drew a be-patient-with-this line, hunching himself lower as if that would improve his chances "Up." he uttered again. Did the broom move this time? Maybe it nudged the blade of grass nestled against it "Uuuup...." he drawled again. The shaft end started to move closer to his hand before it plopped unceremoniously back onto the grass.

He straightened up, eyed the Professor then eyed the broom a fwe times. Be the boss and all that-- right. He was giving it a command, wasnt it sensing that. Does it always want to be yelled at? Hand over the broom again, and with a glare and a merciless hiss he uttered "UP!"

The broom seem to shake a bit in the grass then floated slowly before zipping up the last few inches into his palm-- and gave him a splinter.

"Ouch..."

Well at least he got the broom in his hand now innit? Whoever used this last must've been a Slytherin...

This was actually one class that Hannah looked forward to. Flying just came so easy and natural to her that she truly enjoyed it. She spotted her friend Elliot and gave her a quick wave. She wasn't so sure how Elliot felt about flying. Guess she would find out today. The professor brought her back to attention when he told them to stand by a broom. Hannah selected the broom next to best friend and stood to the left of it. Hannah was in such a good mood to fly that would think that she was normally a nice person. Don't let that fool you though. She stood on the left side of the broom and waited for further instruction.



Even though Hannah knew the basics she still enjoyed going over them again every year. By enjoying them she means that it didn't bother her. She placed her left hand over the broom and said "Up!" all perfect and firm like. Of course the broom handle zoomed into her waiting hand. Hannah gripped it tightly, and waited for further instruction. She was a pro at this.

"Up." Why wasn't it moving? It HAD to move before she could FLY. And Jennifer HAD to fly. She glared at the old school broom. Very old school broom. She wanted to stamp on it. Cursethestupidruleaboutfirstiesnothavingtheirownbr oom. It this was really her OWN broom, it would obey her every command and move UP.

"UP!" she growled loudly, glaring at the MEAN broom that wouldn't do what she said. Jen felt the anger rise up inside her. Everyone else's brooms were moving. Most of them, anyway. She poked it with her toe. Stupid broom. Now, WORK.

"UP, WOOODY!" Jenny begged. Yup, that did it. New name. "Good, Woody."

Elise frowned, she never did well with her right hand. On anything, much less summoning a broom. She had a tendency to use her other hand. Well, she did have to follow instructions, though. So shuffling towards the left side of her broom, she put her left hand over it and inhaled deeply.

"Up," she ordered. Not even looking down, confident that the broom would leap into her hand as usual. It didn't. Looking down, Elise noticed the broom sitting there defiantly. Was it mocking her?

"Up!" she ground out. The broom shot into her outstretched hand obediently, and Elise smirked. It knew how to listen. That was a good thing, always a good thing.

Jory stretched out his left hand and in a calm but firm voice, called "Up!''. He hadn't expected to jump in to his hand the first time, yet it did. He always had a bit of problem with that part usually getting it right on the second try. Pleased, he held the broom handle tightly and waited patiently for more instructions.

Ella BEAMED at the broom. She quite enjoyed this part, mostly because she'd mastered it since first term. She placed her left hand carefully out and concentrated on what she wanted to happen, clearing her throat before speaking. AHEM. "UP." She said in a commanding voice, looking directly at the broom. In a matter of seconds, handle met hand and the third year found herself gripping the flying instrument. Heh. She was SO the boss of the broom.

...And they would be flying soon, yeah?