Juno, Thunderbolt 5000 in hand, walked out to the Quidditch Pitch. It was too bad they took Quidditch out of Hogwarts. She would have loved to play on a team, but so be it. It seemed she was one of the first students to arrive, which was okay with her. The more time on the pitch alone the better. But she knew students would be showing up soon.

She hoped a specific Ravenclaw boy would be here soon. Just the thought of him made her beam with joy. "Hello, Professor McLeod! Great day for flying!" She said with a wave.

Yikes.

Scottish winters really didn't play around.

Levi would have gladly skipped the class but, well, he didn't want his parents to find out and yell at him. And they would do so personally, too; they'd probably show up to Hogsmeade and lecture him at The Three Broomsticks for everyone to see. He knew because this already had happened, more than once. Such was the Kenning-Harcourt way.

"G'morning, Professor McLeod." Levi smiled as he visibly shivered. He should have just stayed in his room and claimed he was low on fiber. Or had an excess of it. Getting yelled at by his parents was better than this."What a nice day it is..." to get frostbite or freeze to death.

This head boy wasn't gonna miss this opportunity. He loved the idea of having an experienced flying class. He was itching to get back on his broom and his prayers have been answered. It was also cool that his head of house was teaching the class. He hoped he would learn new skills to show off to his cousins. As he made his way to the class, he saw two others made it. He had his broom in his hand and it was a Firebolt. His trusted firebolt he has had since he left durmstrang. He also felt the bitter chilling wind. He shivered a little bit but it didn't bother him too much. Once his adrenaline was pumping he would have no issues.

He saw his head of house and nodded towards him with respect. In fact he was kind of the only Professor he took seriously out of this whole school. "Hello Professor McLeod. Love the idea of this class.." He liked being with his fellow peers more than youngsters. Once he said his greetings, he began to get his firebolt ready. Man he should have brought some gloves.

Actually, even though he was ABSOLUTELY an experienced flyer actually, on account of how he had been going to Quidditch camps since he was four or five years old (it was hard to remember) AND his big brother was a professional Quidditch player (actually more like DOUBLE professional really actually) and had taught him to fly AND he had a West and an Alice and everything, Abey was a little apprehensive about going to this class. Experienced was more likely to mean older so probably there would be more older students here today than younger, and almost definitely not as many first years as usual. No doubt they might not be very happy to have a littler kid hanging around them either, but Abey reeeeeeally wasn't a beginner and Flying was a lesson he was actually likely to actually be good at, so of course he was going to go.

Also, JUST BY THE WAY? FREEZING. FREEZING COLD. Coming back to an EVEN COLDER SCOTLAND after Christmas was actually criminal actually and Abey was struggling very much to re-adjust. And this class had to be outside and everything about that was just terrible.

Even so, he was there, because of course he was.

Though, by the time Abey had reached the field where the class was, his teeth were chattering like fury actually and it was a mystery as to whether his nose was even still on his face because he no longer had any feeling in it, and that was WITH a scarf (in Gryffindor colours (>.>)) wrapped around his lower face. Hat, coat, gloves, all with added warming charms (thank you mama) were some help, but the cold kept managing to creep through everything. The worst part was that Abey knew that flying with all this outdoor wear was not going to be easy, and he might have to shed some of it, and then would be FLYING and EVEN COLDER and ugh maybe it was a better idea to just go back inside and sit by a fire.

Safe to say the conditions had made Abraham Botros Jr. quite the grumpy customer. And it didn't help that older kids were already here with their own brooms. Abey eyed them jealously before turning his attention back to...

....... uhhhhh...

That One Professor Guy.

"Mffgmffm, mfffsfm." Roughly translated from scarf-speak, that was a polite greeting.

ACK. Standing still was even worse than walking. MUCH worse. Abey stomped his feet on the ground to keep himself moving, and rubbed at his arms to warm himself up as much as he could. On his own. Away from everyone else.

Because he didn't know them and they were all miles older so they were actually very intimidating actually. No, yes, he'd stay over here.

Brent's adrenaline was rushing as he stepped out the common room and headed toward flying class. He felt like he hadn't flown in ages, and that was almost true considering there weren't any sports to get involved in here. The dueling club had almost made up for that, though, and now he had every bit of confidence that his Head of House was going to hold one really awesome lesson!

Reaching the pitch, he approached Mr. McLeod with an over-excited grin. "Hello, Professor McLeod!" he said, using the term professor because he had heard everyone else doing the same. He eyed the trunk on the ground beside the man. Duuuude. This was going to be so much fun! He didn't even care if he was in the air throwing a cabbage around. He just wanted to get on his broom and fly!

Leon was running a bit late due to the fact that he had forgotten his broom in the dorm. He jogged all the way up there and all the way down and arrived at the Pitch a little out of breath but on time still!

His grey eyes lit up as he saw who was already there and he grinned as he made his way over to the Hufflepuff Prefect.. "Hey Jun." " He said as he stood next to her and causally bumped shoulders with her before turning to the Professor and smiling. "Hello Professor McCloud, great day for flying! " He said with a grin as he looked back at Juno..

Early, early, early! About time Jonas was early to anything. Lol. Mainly flying. Okay okay. Let's see. Oh! Trunks!
"G'day professor!" Jonas smiled a bit. He didn't mean to sound too...yelling.
"Are we going to learn about quiditch today?" He asked glancing at the trunks.

Juno's smile got a little brighter as Leon came running towards the pitch. Her tummy was fluttering away. He was just the cutest thing on the planet.

"Hey, Cap." She grinned hoping he would get the reference, bumping his shoulder back with her own. She grinned even bigger because, though he didn't hear her say it, she had greeted the professor the same exact way. Why was he so adorable? She couldn't wait for their date at the Great Lake!

EXPERIENCED! THAT WAS HIM!

Feeling wide eyed and bushy tailed, Derf SPRINTED down to the grounds with high HIIIIIIIIIGH hopes that this time they would be doing waaaaaaaay more than just getting their brooms off the ground and hovering. Because he was STILL feeling a bit crestfallen from that whole experience.

Blue eyes instantly fell on Abey and the Hufflepuff's pace increased even more so he could go stand by his friend right away. Without snow this time. Although the grounds were in full supply of that at the moment...

"HI ABEY!" he greeted with a grin. "You know...I haff been finking...and we NEED a s-s-secret hands-s-shake." It was just what you DID with friends, you know? So they needed to make one up sometime. And maybe Abey wouldn't be opposed to spit like Simon was.

OH OOPS!

"Hi Mr. McLeod!" PAUSE SO HE COULD STARE. "Please please please s-say we are doing more than JUST hovering today?!" PLEASE?! That was what the trunk meant, yeah?

Y'know, Char would just be using a school broom for this class, just as she did every time. She liked Quidditch well enough, but for her the opportunity to have a lesson was more about FLYING which was really the part that mattered to her. She'd leave the amazing Quidditch skills thing to people like Noah and Henry and Vincent. Char would never pass up the opportunity to get out and get active though, she always had energy to spare and today was no exception.

She waved cheerfully at the groundskeeper and then looked around for her friends. This was going to be fun, right?

I feel the need-- the NEED for SPEED YOW!

The Curly Top bounded for the Pitch. He was soooo looking forward to this day, because then he wouldnt need to hold back yknow? Or so he thinks "Heya Mr McLeod!" he greeted the Flying Instructor with the usual bright happy smile that shines forth such warmth despite the chilly weather.

Oh and he is definitely going to use his personal broom, because when else could the speed devil use it legitly eh?

Daisy woke up that morning as if it were the first day of Spring, not a cold January morning. To her, of course, it was the best day of the week. FLYING. They got to FLYYYY. Over the Christmas break, she had obviously spent most of her time flying around the property with her Dad and she had even managed to sneak in a Quidditch match but ... Well, there was just something about flying over Hogwarts.

Especially in days like these.

With a grin so big it should not even be legal, the fifth year made her way down towards the Quidditch pitch, fully prepared for whatever may come of this lesson. Underneath her Slytherin cloak, she had her flying gear on, down to the boots and to the Falmouth Falcons shirt with the name Carden written in the back. Representing the family, yo! Her trusty Firebolt Supreme XX was in her hand, shining and gleaming in the January sun. "Hello, Mr. HoH!" She greeted the man, hand help up high for a high five. AAAH, he was favourite. Slytherin Head of House, FLYING instructor. Yup, Mr. McLeod was definitely the most awesome person around.

She eyed the trunk beside the Professor excitedly for a moment before chuckling and moving to stand next to Gryffindor Prefect. With a grin, she nudged the boy enthusiastically and pointed towards the trunk. "Do you think he has Bludgers in there?" Oh, please let it be Bludgers. She needed to show the Head Boy that she wasn't that bad of a Beater.

Skylar was ECSTATIC today and despite the fact that it was a COLD JANUARY day, she felt WARM as all could be due to the adrenaline and excitement running through her blood. Arriving down at the quidditch pitch, she was pretty sure she was not the only one excited for today's lesson, which was both nerve-wrecking and exciting.

Also, wasn't this lesson for experienced flyers? WHY were there two first years here? Yes, she was looking you, Derfael and Abey. She shouldn't judge though, because MAYBE they had experience, but seriously, if they slowed her down or got in her way any, she'd probably be tempted to smack a bludger at them or jinx them off their brooms.

She wasn't about to let the two first years ruin her mood, because FLYING. Big grin for you, Mister Slytherin Head of House, as she sidled up on the other side of Daisy with her broomstick in hand. She was more than ready to feel the wind in her hair again, hoping there were no limits on how high she could fly.

GOOD MORNING GOOD MORRRRRRNING.

"Hiya Sir!" Rooney smile, and nuzzled back into the scarf he had wrapped multiple times around himself. His nose was often the first thing to get cold and the hardest thing to warm back up. So for now, in the January weather, the Ravenclaw was making the most of a scarf complete with a warming spell. Thank you, practical clothing designer mother. What a wonderful way to start the day. With a snug, warm nose and matching gloves so that he could withstand the temperatures here in Scotland.

"Reckon I'll make it to Neverland in this lesson?" He asked to no one in particular.

Derrrrrrrrrrrrf. YES.

Though nobody could really tell, what with his face mostly covered and all that, Abey breathed a sigh of relief that there was at least SOMEONE here that he knew. What was perhaps a little more obvious was how close Abey decided to stand to Derf. Very close, mega close, super close. Huddled up to him like a penguin. Fitting given that they had clearly somehow all actually been apparated to ANTARCTICA.

"Mmf! Mffmfft hmmsffms sffmmfffmmfm!" he replied, which, roughly translated, meant that he would very much like to have a secret handshake with Derf actually. He had never had one before. Though... it would have to be an easy secret or he would end up forgetting it.

Merlin. So cold. This was ridiculous, so Abey pulled down the scarf off of his face in order to speak to his Hufflefriend. "Hug me, Derf, before I actually turn into an Abe-cicle."

Usually he might have asked Junia to do that, but she wasn't here yet and actually Abey couldn't remember when he'd last seen her. He thought about asking that one girl who shared a dorm with her, who was here right now, but he quickly decided against it upon noticing the look that she was, FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON, sending his and Derf's way.

"I'm cooooooooold." HintHINT/HINT/MISTERPROFESSORMAN. Where were the hot drinks that every other professor here seemed to like providing? Why were they being depriiiiiiiived?

If you thought there was going to be a flying lesson and Olivia Phillips wasn't going to be there, bright eyed and READY, you were wrong.

Just saying.

Shouldering the broom her father had gotten for her two years ago (the best birthday gift she'd ever received, to be honest), Liv trekked out to the pitch; appreciating the chill in the air. Since she was getting decent sleep these days (without her having any say in the matter), and being forced to eat meals that would keep her from collapsing (which she also didn't have a say in if she wanted to stay at Hogwarts), the blonde Gryffindor felt confident about the day. Well, not confident... but, again, ready. Flying would be good for her.

"Hello, everyone."... and ickles. We see you ickles.... Didn't they have their own lessons, which were separate? Would they be safe with the more experienced flyers? "Sir, you could've hooked us up with some hot tea and biscuits..." Just saying. Everyone else had.

Hah! Time to fly! It was cold, yes and she really hated the cold but, flying was just too fun to stay inside for! And although this lesson was one she wasn’t forced to follow she happily joined the others on the field. “Hello professor” she greeted the teacher with a excited smile. She wasn’t exactly the best in flying but she was good enough, better than she had expected that she would be given the fact that she had grown up in a muggle family without any flying experience while others from some of the wizard families had played with toy brooms. And yes, those toy brooms were really easy and they couldn’t fly higher than a meter of two but, it was more than she had been able to practice! Buuuut, anyway! She was more than happy to fly again and to feel free like a bird while flying.

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Derrrrrrrrrrrrf. YES.

Though nobody could really tell, what with his face mostly covered and all that, Abey breathed a sigh of relief that there was at least SOMEONE here that he knew. What was perhaps a little more obvious was how close Abey decided to stand to Derf. Very close, mega close, super close. Huddled up to him like a penguin. Fitting given that they had clearly somehow all actually been apparated to ANTARCTICA.

"Mmf! Mffmfft hmmsffms sffmmfffmmfm!" he replied, which, roughly translated, meant that he would very much like to have a secret handshake with Derf actually. He had never had one before. Though... it would have to be an easy secret or he would end up forgetting it.

Merlin. So cold. This was ridiculous, so Abey pulled down the scarf off of his face in order to speak to his Hufflefriend. "Hug me, Derf, before I actually turn into an Abe-cicle."

Usually he might have asked Junia to do that, but she wasn't here yet and actually Abey couldn't remember when he'd last seen her. He thought about asking that one girl who shared a dorm with her, who was here right now, but he quickly decided against it upon noticing the look that she was, FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON, sending his and Derf's way.

"I'm cooooooooold." HintHINT/HINT/MISTERPROFESSORMAN. Where were the hot drinks that every other professor here seemed to like providing? Why were they being depriiiiiiiived?

Ookay...Abey wass going to have to repeat that because he was not YET fluent in Abeyisms. Or, well, Abey-scarfisms as the case may be. But something about the eager look in his friend's eyes told him that he was not opposed to the idea. They could discuss logistics after class...over a cup of hot chocolate maybe because now that the Hufflepuff was stationary he was starting to feel that cold a little that was torturing Abey. Derf on the other hand was content to bouncing in place a bit to try and warm his limbs.

Until Abey requested that of him.

"OKAY!" he replied without any hesitation, throwing his arms around the Gryffindor and continuing to bounce a little in place. It was then that he caught sight of a Slytherin girl giving the pair of them some sort of stink eye. "She is looking at us like she just stepped in a pile of dragon dung," he whispered to his friend, still bouncing and now subtly doing so so that they rotated.

More movement meant more warmth, you know?

Despite who he had gotten his genes from, flying was not Declan's best skill. It wasn't even his most favorite skill. As a rule, he stayed away from flying brooms as much as possible despite having to endure his mother's disapproving gaze during the summers spent at home. Quidditch and flying just were not for him.

He had enough on his plate with bones that begged to be read, voices that disrupted his meals, and dreams that he couldn't tell if they were premonitions or the result of an ill advised late night snack.

It was because of one those--maybe a crazy nightmare maybe something like a premonition, he had those sometimes--that he was even there, lurking with a frown behind his brother Levi.

"This doesn't feel right. It's like I have indigestion. Too much fiber?" Too little fiber? Sixth Sense in action? He couldn't tell yet.

People kept filing in, the cheerful kind of people. The Future of Quidditch kind of people. With their fancy broomsticks and gear and general good attitude. Levi did not understand how they could function under the unforgiving January weather. One of the universe's mysteries.

He frowned at everything and no one in particular. Was it their perky disposition keeping them warm? Did it repel the cold? He tried for a smile. This inexplicably made him shiver more so he stopped. "You need a laxative." Levi moved to stand next to his brother.

Henry would definitely call himself an experienced flyer. In fact, he didn't think he needed to take a flying class at all, whether it was an advanced class or not. But it was an excuse to go flying and he wasn't about to pass that up as it was one of his most favorite things to do.

Shouldering his Moontrimmer, the bundled-up sixteen year old made it out to the pitch. "Hello, Mr. McLeod," Henry greeted the groundskeeper with a nod as he passed him to look for a place to stand among the assembled students. Oh, were there first years here too? Well.. maybe they were experienced... and to be fair, he was sure he would have come to an experienced flying class when he was a first year too.

His nose scrunched up and Declan scowled at the cold air, feeling his lips and gums dry up instantly. "I don't know," he said feeling uneasiness tighten around an intestine--that or it was the start of a bowel movement. "It wasn't in the bones. Do you think I should cast them again before I take anything? Last time I drank anything before asking I lost control of my legs."

Levi's grip on the school broom he'd taken from the shed tightened. He didn't need to look at Declan to know he was being serious so he looked around instead to see if anyone was paying attention to them. Whatever. "Why didn't you do it before class!!!!????" Levi had given up on having any sort of remarkable reputation among his peers a long time ago because of a myriad of reasons. Declan reading bones in front of crowds and Levi willingly drawing circles on floors with chalks for his brother being one of them. Or two. But he felt compelled to act like this behavior was socially unacceptable. Someone HAD to.

He whispered from the corner of his mouth, "I think you'll lose control of your legs anyway. Uh, we are gonna be flying soon."

It another flying lesson, at last. How exciting! After waving and acknowledging those who entered with and without words it was time to start.

"Alright everyone, welcome to another flying lesson. Now as expected, we will be in the air for the duration. Why out in this weather today? Because as flyers whether you choose to pursue a Quidditch career or not, the cool air is considered another obstacle. One you must break through to the point of not feeling the cold as you keep on flying." Sounds about right. "Since we have some younger flyers joining us, I had brought some spare brooms not only for them but anyone else who neglected to bring theirs today." So they were free to collect one as Justin then revealed behind him the pile of brooms and a bag. "There are also some spare gloves and goggles in the bag as well."

"Now first things first, we'll have to do some stretches." Which was everyone's favourite thing to do in lessons. Ahem. "So take some time to do that after collecting what you may need.We'll be heading into the air right after."

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OOC: Other then stretching, there's the goggles and extra supplies that your character can borrow. Only one post is recommended before they can take off in the air. =)