Time to warm up! Oh and grab a school broom. She went over and picked one that looked okay. She knew the Groundskeeper kept them in good condition anyway, so it was fine to not get too fussy about it. She didn't really need anything else, right?


Then she found a spot where she could do her stretches. Char put the broom down for now and started working on gently warming up. This was sooo much better than theory work! Char didn't even mind it was cold really! It was nice to get active.

Arm stretches first. Char looked around while she stretched, gaze falling on Henry. Teehee. He sure didn't need any flying lessons. He represented England already after all.

Arms.....


..... that was enough.

She did some twists and side bends next. Hopefully once they got in the air the would have some fun things to do. Not that flying wasn't fun already, but obstacles or something would be awesome.

Legs next. Streeeetching.

The thing about flying for Char is that she loooved going high. Loved it. It was awesome! And she had no problems getting in the air at all......

... but somewhere along the way she kind of sort of hadn't really properly ever bothered to learn how to land. At least not safely. Generally she aimed at the ground and hoped for the best.

.... maybe Henry would give her a few private lessons? He was a good friend like that, she was sure he wouldn't even want anything out of it.

A few more stretches and Char shook herself out, jumping up and down then jogging on the spot. ReadyREADYreadyreadyyyy!

"Heyyy Daisy!" the Curly Top grinned at the Slytherin gal. She seemed to be not bothered by the chill and well that didnt suprise him. "Bludgers? Maybe..." he chuckled "...although personally I thought it would be something more than just bludgers." Like maybe flying baby dragons or something...




Oh and they were starting! He was pretty bundled up already, but he will take a pair of goggles though, because obviously one of the most essential things he'd forget. He went back to his sport and did his stretches. Legs, back, arms, neck, yep yep yep he would not forgive himself for messing up simply because he had a crick in the neck.

He could feel that silent buzz coming from his broom, chomping at the bit to get up in the air. He grabbed his broom as if to calm it down some, but really he's just as amped up for some air time.

Alright alright. This was Jonas' 4th year. Meaning, he was finally able to get a broom of his own. Well at least from his parents concerns. He was itching to try it out. Ok. Okay. But first we needed to do stretches. Booooo! He started by stretching his arms and then his legs and then his back. After stretching he looked aroind and saw nobody else was going to the air. He grabbed his cleansweep as it was buzzing to be used.
"Hey pretty soon alright?"

Getting his own broom when there were school brooms available seemed silly to Rooney if he wasn't planning on needing one or using one outside of school. Brinlee had one, but that was because she had wanted one. Rooney, on the other hand, had requested a new cauldron obviously. So, he hadn't 'neglected' to bring his broom as was suggested by their teacher. He didn't have that much of a love for flying. In fact, he didn't enjoy it all too much. He liked the thought of it, but it was lot of unnecessary effort to stay concentrated in the air when all he was thinking about was decorating said broom and being in full costume when taking to the skies.

He DID have his own gloves and goggles though, and put them on immediately so that he was set to go and could ensure he forgot NOTHING at all. He was not a fan of being sky high and realising that he had forgotten his goggles when a stray leaf stabbed him straight in the eye. Baaaaaaaaahd memories, really. But aNYWAY. Warming up and stretches were his comPLETE talent and so he was able to JUMP to action, wiggling and waving and waggling and all sorts of movements. He actually threw in a few vocal warm ups too, in case he needed to shout for help at any point in this lesson.

Prepared for all situations, was Rooney Bronwyn.

Cool air was an obstacle. Yes, Skylar knew that all too well, from Noah and Henry, namely but others too who informed her of the dangers of natural elements. Also that pair of first years? No offense, but she totally wasn't offering them any heating charm, because if they think they could handle an experienced flying lesson, then they could deal with the elements as experienced flyers would. So yea, she saw them whispering to each other and jumping up and down, no doubt to keep warm, and no sympathy here, boys. Sorry.

Stretches would help warm them up. And she had to beam at her head of house when he told the one girl that he would have brought treats, but he was giving their stomachs a break since they'd be taking off shortly. Did she ever mention how BRILLIANT her head of house was? Cause he TOTALLY was the best.

She was fairly bundled already, having dressed appropriately with gloves and everything, but she DID take a pair of goggles, because protecting one's eyes was super important when dealing with the cold weather. Last thing she needed was wind blowing in her eyes.

Starting with her head, Skylar slowly rotated her neck in circles. Then her arms and shoulders and wrists, moving slowly and methodically. She then reached her arms down to touch her toes, one side and then the next, forward and backward which backward wasn't TOO far, but hey, it's all about the stretch!

Okay, she was ready.

Colt nodded towards his head of house. He saw all the other students make their way to the field. He saw it was gonna be a decent sized lesson which was nice because they can have a decent scrimmage if the Professor suggested it. He was relieved when Mr. Leod mentioned he had gloves. He walked over and grabbed some. He had some in his trunk which he would bring back next time. He heard he needed to stretch. In preference he liked to run first before he stretched. He shrugged and began to jog in place for five minutes and then once he felt his arms warmed up and legs, he began to do his stretches.

"TEN-A-SEE-OOOS." Close enough. Daisy grinned back at the boy. His name was funny. But like ... awesomely funny, not weirdly funny. He seemed to be pretty excited for the lesson and Daisy bounced on the spot. They were going to FLLYYYYYY!!! "It's probably not Bludgers." She commented with a shrug, looking at the trunk. It didn't seem to be moving that much. ALSO, she didn't see any bats around. "OH OH OH. Maybe it's water balloons!"

This lesson was going to be AWESOME.



As soon as Mr. HoH started talking, Daisy turned to face him. She might not take the other lessons all that seriously, but flying she did take very seriously. Not that she needed it, of course. She had spent most of her short life on a broomstick, after all. She knew of the difficulties of flying in the cold weather, hence why all the careful layering and the use of heating charms. This time, her boots did not even get burnt! She was definitely getting better at the charms. There was no need for her to get gloves or goggles, since she had came prepared for that and quickly put on the goggles that had been previously perched atop her head. NOW TO STRETCH!

Her broomstick was carefully set on the floor as the girl began stretching her whole body. It'd be stupid of her to get injured over a faulty warm up routine. She started with her neck then moved to her arms and her ankles. She also jumped on the spot for a few minutes, trying to get the blood pumping as much as it metaphorically was already. FLYYYYING. Did she mention she LOVED to fly? Yeah, she did.

OH! Class was starting, which was a relief but also a sigh that it was about to get even colder out here. The hug-jumping with Derf was actually starting to help and everything too actually, and now Abey didn't want to separate. It was like waking up on a cold day and feeling a million levels of NOPE about getting out of a warm bed. Derf was a WARM BED, okay?

Buuuuuuuuut actually Abey really DID want to fly, and now he felt like he really needed to prove like he deserved to be here, on account of all the curious looks he had seen others send his and Derf's way. Looks that made him all nervous and maybe just a little bit on edge but absolutely not like he was going to cry at all maybe.

The only way to prove that he deserved to be there was to do what he was told, and actually that was lucky because Abey did usually do what he was told mostly probably actually. Regretfully disentangling himself from Derf, Abey stepped forwards to all the supplies. Obviously OBVIOUSLY he picked up some goggles and put them straight on, and also got a pair for Derf as well, which he passed to the other boy. Then, even though he had his regular woolen school gloves, he picked up some flying gloves too and immediately pulled them on over the top. Extra warm AND practical for flying. Much less likely to slip when holding the broom handle.

THEN the best part. BROOM. Abey took his time with this part, knowing by now exactly what made a broom best for flying, even these older and/or generic ones. Passing over brooms with the most broken tail twigs (the ones that looked better for sweeping the floor with than for flying) and the more weathered handles (a sign that they had been used a LOT and perhaps lost some of the effects of their important charms), Abey finally spotted one that looked like the best option he was likely to find among this lot. Just to double-check it would listen to him in the air, he held his left out over the broom while it lay on the floor.

"Up!" There was a moment's pause, before the broom obediently zoooooomed straight up for him to grab. Hmmmmmkay. This one was good enough actually. But he really really reeeeeeally wished he could have his own broom. Second year was a TRILLION years away, after all actually.

Moving away from the supplies back to where he had been standing before, fully expecting Derf to return with him, Abey set the broom on the ground again and started all those stretches. Mostly he was copying the older students whose stretching was already underway, and adding his own in too, like his PROPELLOR ARMS. Lots of lunges too. Lunnnnnge.

And then, just because he still wanted to keep moving and stretching was mega slow actually, he did a few star jumps while he addressed a question to the professor. This time, he made sure his mouth was uncovered by his scarf, so that his voice could ring out loud and clear.

"Mister Professor Sir? Is it really actually possible to not feel the cold? And do we have to........ get really really cold before we can't feel it anymore?" Was that what he meant? Pleasesayno. Pleasesayno. Pleasesayno.

Also, with all the layers AND the warming charms AND the movement, Abey had started to go completely the other way and began actually overheating, and getting... well... really very sweaty actually. But BRAINWAVE! If he overheated, he could shed some layers and MAYBE deal with the cold for a liiiiiiittle bit longer. YES! To move things along a little quicker, Abey started running on the spot, reallyreallyreallyreallyfast.

Hah, she had brought her broom with her so she didn’t needed to fly on a school broom, not that her own broom was much better… She wasn’t exactly rich so her mum and dad had only been able to buy her a very simple one but, it was better than nothing! Owning her own broom now that she had entered her second year had been such a joy! He first own broom, hah! And, she even didn’t minded it to do some stretches because, well… It was a good way to warm up a little more and THAT she liked most about the whole stretching business…

A few minutes later she indeed felt warmer AND more ready to fly in the cold weather, what was a good thing too! Now she only needed to keep moving to not cool down again, so she started jogging while staying at the same place, just to keep warm while waiting for the moment they could start flying.

Declan had to roll his eyes despite a little voice warning him of the dangers of the cold wind. Your face is gonna stick like that, ugly.. "Because I didn't need to ask the bones then. I need to ask them now." How obvious could the difference be? Declan sometimes wondered if Levi was as smart as he thought he was.

It didn't matter. His time for further discussion had run out.

He groaned as he stretched...groaned about his hips, his shoulders, his clavicles and even his aura. Declan was sure his feet were meant to always stay glued to the ground but his brother's life was at stake if he had interpreted his dreams properly.

"Levi. I got bad juju vibes." Declan leaned forward to grab his ankles. He let out a loud sharp noise and stayed there motionless. "I had a dream just like this!"

Being in the air for the duration of the lesson sounded perfect to Brent. Sure, it was cold, but he didn't care. He'd flown in much worse. Now...on to stretching. Brent stretched out his right leg then leaned to the left. Then he did the opposite. He stood up straight and stretched his right arm to the left side, and then his left arm to the right side. After doing a few head rolls then one or two other things, he figured he was stretched enough.

Brent looked around and gathered a pair of goggles. He had a pair of his own, but he knew sometimes flying professors were peculiar about using your own stuff or using the school's stuff. He'd just use the school's stuff today. He had all the materials gathered, so he took a moment to do some more stretches. He took flying sports seriously, and he could never be prepared enough.

Having gone to a few yoga classes for muggle middle aged men with his dad over the summer, Levi wasn't necessarily unfamiliar with stretching. He just found it an overall awkward experience to have to elongate and twist his body in different ways in front of a crowd.

No one really looked like this was an overall uncomfortable experience to go through, however. Levi could almost taste their excitement in the air, actually. "That's so strange," he muttered his brother, for completely unrelated reasons to what Declan was talking about. He pulled his left leg behind him and applied upward pressure. Then he switched to the right one.

Rula had brought her own broom and gloves, but she'd misplaced her goggles somewhere - maybe she'd forgotten to pack them??? Or maybe Junia or Alanna had taken them? She didn't know - so she went up to grab a pair of those. Then she moved back to her spot to start her stretches.

First came few arm stretches, streeeetching her arms one way and then another, and then several leg stretches followed, including lunges and leaning down to touch her toes a few times. Jumping jacks followed by jogging in place were the finishing touches for her warm ups.

Touche', Mr. McLeod. Touche'.

Settling her broom down on the ground for just a moment, the blonde moved forward to collect gloves and goggles. See, in her home, Liv still wasn't allowed to do anything related to Quidditch, per her mother's rules. Having her broom was a well kept secret, thanks to her father... but he'd not thought to get her a full set of equipment. Perhaps it was something to request for her next birthday... Not bothering to put either item on yet, she went about working out her muscles. This was a fairly easy process as she was used to warming up everyday, thanks to her intense ballet schedule. Hamstrings.... The hamstrings...

Heh... She was just going to do some quick yoga. Her head would start hurting if she did anything too intense, and Olivia really wanted to fly today. It'd been weeks. Her broom wasn't getting any use and it wasn't like she could just let someone else ride it. the broom was simply too precious to her.

Deep breaths. In and out. Be fluid like water...

After several semi-tranquil moments, the Gryffindor stood, snatched up the gloves and goggles, and began assembling herself. They'd be starting soon, right?

Now that it was stretching time, the Instructor got himself into doing it as well. First with loosening his own joints. He continued doing some while a little one had a question for him.

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"Mister Professor Sir? Is it really actually possible to not feel the cold? And do we have to........ get really really cold before we can't feel it anymore?" Was that what he meant? Pleasesayno. Pleasesayno. Pleasesayno.

Also, with all the layers AND the warming charms AND the movement, Abey had started to go completely the other way and began actually overheating, and getting... well... really very sweaty actually. But BRAINWAVE! If he overheated, he could shed some layers and MAYBE deal with the cold for a liiiiiiittle bit longer. YES! To move things along a little quicker, Abey started running on the spot, reallyreallyreallyreallyfast.

This question. An interesting one as he started with a grin, "AH not really. If you're not gonna use a charm or have enough attire on, the cold is something you eventually grow use to the longer you fly. Not just from building an immunity to it, but also with getting active and distracting your mind to focus on something else." So no frostbite needed.

Now then it definitely was time to move on and begin. "Alright everyone, it's time to mount your brooms. We'll be starting with flying around this whole pitch for another nice warmup. After the warmup we will be playing a nice little game in the air." Now the directions, "For the warmup we'll be starting with just three laps around, you can fly at any level as long as you are not touching the ground, within the pitch and not higher than the goal hoops." Sounds fair, yeah? "On my whistle, you can begin.. 3.... 2...... 1..."

TWEEEEEEET

Now they could go off, as Justin himself flew up a bit to keep watch. The trunk below him may have shaken a few times now though.

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OOC: Time to fly! Labelling three posts is recommended, how you choose to split them it is up to you. We'll continue after a day. =)

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"Well hello there." He was an excited little guy. "I dare say we are."

SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE! Which would hopefully be something he would be doing during today's lesson. Preferably with a quaffle.

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"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."

Well...if the brooms were not JUST for the younger flyers then why even mention they were there?! Derf threw Abey a questioning look and suddenly felt a surge of determination to PROVE that just because he was younger it did not mean he should not be taken seriously. If Hogwarts hadn't had that rule about first years and brooms he wouldn't even need to borrow one!

But yes. Gather the goods. Stretch. TAKE OFF. Totally doable. No hovering and touch down again for this Hufflepuff!

SPOILER!!: Abey!

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OH! Class was starting, which was a relief but also a sigh that it was about to get even colder out here. The hug-jumping with Derf was actually starting to help and everything too actually, and now Abey didn't want to separate. It was like waking up on a cold day and feeling a million levels of NOPE about getting out of a warm bed. Derf was a WARM BED, okay?

Buuuuuuuuut actually Abey really DID want to fly, and now he felt like he really needed to prove like he deserved to be here, on account of all the curious looks he had seen others send his and Derf's way. Looks that made him all nervous and maybe just a little bit on edge but absolutely not like he was going to cry at all maybe.

The only way to prove that he deserved to be there was to do what he was told, and actually that was lucky because Abey did usually do what he was told mostly probably actually. Regretfully disentangling himself from Derf, Abey stepped forwards to all the supplies. Obviously OBVIOUSLY he picked up some goggles and put them straight on, and also got a pair for Derf as well, which he passed to the other boy. Then, even though he had his regular woolen school gloves, he picked up some flying gloves too and immediately pulled them on over the top. Extra warm AND practical for flying. Much less likely to slip when holding the broom handle.

THEN the best part. BROOM. Abey took his time with this part, knowing by now exactly what made a broom best for flying, even these older and/or generic ones. Passing over brooms with the most broken tail twigs (the ones that looked better for sweeping the floor with than for flying) and the more weathered handles (a sign that they had been used a LOT and perhaps lost some of the effects of their important charms), Abey finally spotted one that looked like the best option he was likely to find among this lot. Just to double-check it would listen to him in the air, he held his left out over the broom while it lay on the floor.

"Up!" There was a moment's pause, before the broom obediently zoooooomed straight up for him to grab. Hmmmmmkay. This one was good enough actually. But he really really reeeeeeally wished he could have his own broom. Second year was a TRILLION years away, after all actually.

Moving away from the supplies back to where he had been standing before, fully expecting Derf to return with him, Abey set the broom on the ground again and started all those stretches. Mostly he was copying the older students whose stretching was already underway, and adding his own in too, like his PROPELLOR ARMS. Lots of lunges too. Lunnnnnge.

And then, just because he still wanted to keep moving and stretching was mega slow actually, he did a few star jumps while he addressed a question to the professor. This time, he made sure his mouth was uncovered by his scarf, so that his voice could ring out loud and clear.

"Mister Professor Sir? Is it really actually possible to not feel the cold? And do we have to........ get really really cold before we can't feel it anymore?" Was that what he meant? Pleasesayno. Pleasesayno. Pleasesayno.

Also, with all the layers AND the warming charms AND the movement, Abey had started to go completely the other way and began actually overheating, and getting... well... really very sweaty actually. But BRAINWAVE! If he overheated, he could shed some layers and MAYBE deal with the cold for a liiiiiiittle bit longer. YES! To move things along a little quicker, Abey started running on the spot, reallyreallyreallyreallyfast.

High knee-ing his way over to the brooms, Derf selected the first one he could grab and accepted the goggles from Abey with a wide grin. "Fanks," he beamed before slipping those on and adjusting the straps. Whoever had used them before had a REALLY big head. Probably a seventh year....maybe that Leon bloke.

Derf was a bit too impatient for proper stretching, but he was TRYING and started with some squats where he stood. Squats soon turned into leap frog motions and soon he was feeling the burn in his quads so he stopped to do the flamingo to stretches those muscles now that they were warmed up. He couldn't help but grow more and more worried for Abey who made him think of what it must be like for fire salamander to be thrown into a yeti's environment...which only caused PANIC to fill his bright blue eyes because fire salamanders DIED and THEREFORE that meant Abey was on the verge of...

Groundskeeper say what? Just...get used to the cold? Wait...what?

All the first year was able to translate from those words was that it was possible for Abey to FREEZE TO DEATH and the man was...not concerned. Just because you were used to something did not mean it was a GOOD thing. Because because...there was comfortable and used to...and then there was NUMB.

CONCERNED, Derf rushed back over to Abey and had every intention of hugging him again for warmth...but the Gryffindor had started windmill arms and...well...Derf walked right SMACK into them and doooooooooown he went face first into the snowy ground.

Which, ironically, felt great on his nose.

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Now then it definitely was time to move on and begin. "Alright everyone, it's time to mount your brooms. We'll be starting with flying around this whole pitch for another nice warmup. After the warmup we will be playing a nice little game in the air." Now the directions, "For the warmup we'll be starting with just three laps around, you can fly at any level as long as you are not touching the ground, within the pitch and not higher than the goal hoops." Sounds fair, yeah? "On my whistle, you can begin.. 3.... 2...... 1..."

TWEEEEEEET

Now they could go off, as Justin himself flew up a bit to keep watch. The trunk below him may have shaken a few times now though.

Lifting his head slightly, Derf's vision was blurred from tears. NOT because he was a whimp and crying from being hit, but because it was the body's natural reflex to being smacked in the nose.

"Owie," he muttered as he pushed himself up off the ground and moved to retrieve his broom. Rubbing his nose with the palm of his gloved hand, Derf glanced over at Abey and gave him two thumbs up because TOTALLY OKAY and then summoned his broom to his hand with a firm, "UP!"

Nice that this little bit of magic never let him down.

"Psssssst, Abey," he whispered. "You fink this counts-s-s as wandles-s-s-ss magic?"

Straddling his broom, Derf bent at the knees and waited for his friend so they could take off together.

Wheee! Broom time! Charlotte was about as stretched as she was going to get right now anyhow so of course she summoned the broom to her hand and swung her leg over, absolutely eager to get in the air. Three laps was fine by her, and even better was the YOU CAN FLY AT ANY LEVEL. YAS. Limitations were BORING after all, limitations were--- oh. Not higher than the goal hoops. That was a limit. Oh well. Better than a foot off the ground, she supposed.

Also, three laps in what directi-- oh the whistle! Before Char could ask it had been blown, loudly, and Char went ahead and kicked off and launched skyward. Taking off was never the problem!

She went with clockwise just because it sort of naturally just happened. She started out at a fairly reasonable height, but kept increasing said height. More interested in height than speed actually, though she was going pretty fast considering she was on a school broom.

She liked the feeling of the admittedly biting cold air rushing past her too, it made you feel kind of ALIVE.

WHEEEEE! BARREL ROLL!

"Experienced flyer" may have been a bit strong to describe Sinead's ability, but she basically knew how to control a broomstick from what Mr. McLeod had already taught them. And first years were apparently welcome, so... here she was.

She greeted the teacher politely and obediently ran through a series of stretches like they always used to at primary school- weird, somehow she never thought that sports lessons would be the useful ones when she moved to Hogwarts- before collecting a nice tidy-looking broom and a pair of goggles from the school supplies. She'd worn her warmest robes in preparation for the lesson, with a thick, lined cloak on top: hopefully that would be enough. It was always freezing when it was windy (especially up in Scotland), and flying kind of had the same effect.

Her hands were muffled in thick gloves, but she still didn't have any trouble getting the broom up into her hand and taking off. That was a relief, because if she had, it probably would have foretold troubles later in the lesson.

She didn't want to go for anything too ambitious in her warm-up laps, staying a couple of metres off the ground with her mind entirely focused on the slightly uneasy truce she always had with her broom when flying. They weren't exactly besties, true, but they always seemed to get things done with some kind of mutual respect. In that respect, she actually found flying a lot better than she had muggle sports like football and rounders and stuff. Catching balls was just difficult- she couldn't make herself better at it just by concentrating like she could with flying.

Juno got down on the ground and did some impressive yoga stretches. She did the downward facing dog, low lunges for each leg, the straight lunges for each leg, standing forward bend (the one that makes you look like your bending basically in half), and a couple different shoulder and neck stretches before the professor said they were to mount and fly 3 laps around the pitch.

With a grin, she mounted her broom. She probably had the fastest broom here. But she would take it easy on everyone...but not too easy. She quickly pushed off from the ground and took off towards the goal posts. She wanted to be as high as she was allowed to be.

Grinning, she leaned forward, and shot off as quick as a bullet. This was gonna be fun!

At Mr. McLeod's instructions, Levi shot his brother an extremely dubious look that said, you can still claim bowel movement problems, it's not too late. He then straddled the broom and kicked off the ground. He was never going to be part of any Quidditch team, minor or otherwise, but Levi could fly okay without many hiccups. Accidents had occurred in the past, but he considered it a win if no bones were broken and his had remained intact. He'd successfully managed walked them off with only his fragile adolescent ego injured.

He was admittedly a little unsteady at first but acquired some relative confidence as elevation was gained. The breeze biting his cheeks wasn't comfortable, but the stretching from before had given him a slight illusion of warmth. Levi often forgot that flying was something he had to concern himself with but every time he did it, he was reminded of its appeal. It wasn't hard to feel the utter freedom that came with defying the rules of gravity or zooming in and out and around. Not that he'd be doing a lot of zooming anywhere--he'd be strictly staying well below the goal posts with a decent distance from the ground but responsibly away from the shooting stars that had taken human form flying above him.

Daisy was ready. She was sufficiently stretched, she was all warmed up - although, not really warm, let's be real - and all she wanted was to go and fly, FLY away. They weren't really going to fly away though, she knew that, and a small smile played on her lips as Mr. HoH began to talk once more. Change that to fly away within the pitch. Alright, she could do that. Three laps, at any height they wanted - and at any speed they wished to, she was guessing - but not higher than the goal hoops and no touching the ground. The Slytherin nodded her head silently as she made sure her gloves and googles were in place and that her hair was still in the braid she had hurriedly styled this morning. She wanted no concerns of that kind when she was up there flying.

As excited for this as she was, the girl hang back a little, watching with a smile as her classmates flew up into the air. She didn't want to be caught up in any take-off scramble, after all. Once she was satisfied that she had enough space to do her thing, Daisy mounted her broom and took a deep breath.

HERE WE GO.

With a hard kick on the ground, the girl flew up straight into the air, grinning playing from ear to ear. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!! Keeping an eye on those goal hoops, she flew as high as she could and then began her first lap. She would not go at top speed for the first one. Nope. Better give the broomstick a chance to warm up as well.

Whoa! It was time to fly! With a big grin she mounted her broom and with a little jump she flew up into the sky and… IT WAS COOOOOOLD! No matter her warming up, it was still cold and she didn’t liked it! Yes, she had expected the cold but to actually feel it was something completely else. Hmm, shaking her head to distract herself she flew a little higher, just to enjoy the view but, she noticed, it was colder while flying higher so quickly she lowered a little and flew steady for a while.

At first, Brent thought it seemed kind of lame to just do a warm-up around the pitch. He was an experienced flyer! What'd he need to warm-up for? Then he thought about it and realized he was probably being ridiculous. He was just over-excited to get back in the air and wasn't thinking things through. Of course he needed a warm-up. It had been months since he'd been a regular at this sort of thing!

Brent mounted his broom and watched as a few others took off into the air. He then kicked off the ground and soared into the air to join them. He smiled as the cold air and wind whipped across his face, reminding him of his days at Ilvermorny when he played on the house Quodpot team. He was having a hard time focusing on the Hogwart's warm-up, but he focused enough to stay on top of his game. He rounded the pitch, thinking about the game they were about to play.

This was his kind of thing!

Leon might have blushed when Juno called him Cap and there was a most definite nervous neck rub at the nickname.. "Hey. " He said a bit shyly as he stood next to her, hopefully he could blame the warm tips of his ears on the biting cold and not on the girl next to him that currently had his stomach in knots!!

Leon was grateful for the start of the lesson and since he had brought all of his fly stuff with him. The latest Firebolt, and his own gloves and goggles all he had to to was stretch! He started by stretching out his arms and pulling them over his head before doing a few stretches with his legs to limber him up. He read every morning and knew exactly what stretches to do which were best for his body.

With his muscles humming and ready for what was to come, he pulled on his gloves and snapped his goggles into place and then jumped onto his broom, three laps around the pitch eh?

It would be his pleasure!

Looking around her she saw how a few others were flying higher, ignoring the cold and… Well… She didn’t wanted to look like a weakling so she clenched her fists and flew higher again during her second round. Tensing a little because she started to regret her decision to follow this extra lesson she sighed but, she was proud THAT she was doing it anyway. This Slytherin girl wasn’t going to be defeated by such a simple thing a cold weather! PFFF!!!

Flying higher now she breathed cold air and she shivered. Let’s hope that the next flying lesson will be held while the weather is warmer she thought shivering. But, she again shook her head and increased her speed and forced herself to IGNORE the cold, what wasn’t a easy thing to do, but she tried…