People were zooming past her and if Daisy was to be completely honest with herself, she was itching to go faster. Still, her Dad had always told her to pace herself and she had been trying. No matter how used to flying in this broomstick she was, every flying condition was different and it was important to get used to it. That was what this first lap was about, after all. Getting used to the cold, observing the angle the sun was shining from and from where the wind was blowing.

She did not know what game Mr. HoH had in mind but these things could come in handy. You never knew.

She was approaching the goal hoops she had started this lap on, however, and the Slytherin couldn't help but to grin in excitement. Gripping her broomstick tighter, Daisy leaned further forward, now practically laying down. Her feet pressed harder on the crossbar they were resting on. Starting second lap any second now. ONE TWO THREEEEEE.

SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED.

Deciding that it could be better to distract herself from the cold she started to make a few moves while flying and it worked, although it still wasn’t perfect. The second year old made a few movements she had learned during her first year flying lessons, it were easy things to do but still, it was something and… The professor had not specifically instructed them to do something besides flying three rounds to warm up a little and THAT was exactly what she was trying to do right now, warming up AND having some fun while flying so she decided that it was good enough. Making a few sharp turns and flying up and down she started to actually enjoy it now, what was impressive given the fact that she was cold and… That she absolutely HATED the cold! In her home country the winters were less cold and easier to handle so, being here at Hogwarts where it was actually freezing she felt proud about herself for flying in such a weather!

Abey looked at Professor Slytherin Man with BIG HOPEFUL EYES as he answered his question. THAT made him feel... a little bit better. Getting used to the cold wasn't as bad as getting so frozen that you couldn't feel anything else anymore......... right?

It wasn't something Abey had ever really had to contend with before; in Egypt, their winters weren't THAT much colder than English summers (he knew this because he had been to Quidditch camp in summer and in England). Something told him that Scotland would be similar. Or.......... worse? Please not worse.

Either way, the point was that back home, dealing with cold while flying was usually more to do with the wind than anything else, or being up super high. And actually even then the sun could still burn, so it still had its own obstacles.

"Distractions then. I'm actually brilliant at getting distracted, so..." So maybe this could work.

SPEAKING OF DISTRACTIONS. When Derf hit the ground like that, Abey immediately stopped his DANGEROUS WINDMILLING ARMS and made an OH NO gesture, with his hands over his mouth. Oops. OOPS. "Sorry!" That had actually been an accident actually, honest.

But... Derf seemed totally okay, if that double thumbs up was anything to go by. Whew okay. That was a relief. OH OH OH THEY WERE STARTING. AHHHHHHH.

Not wanting to be left behind, Abey quickly followed suit after Derf, calling his broom back into his hand, before swinging a leg over and getting ready to take off. Once situated, he took off his scarf and his outer coat (with some difficulty because he neglected to take off his flying gloves first), which was also the thickest and more likely to get in his way, and dumped them both on the floor. The little bit of exercising had sort of worked actually, and he didn't even immediately turn into an ice cube. In fact, the cool air felt almost refreshing. Almost. Abey's teeth still chattered a little bit though. Still, he did need to be free to move, and to not get all tangled up with someone else.

Also, today, he felt a little bit like he wanted to use his right hand, so he went with that, putting his right hand in front of his left on the broomstick handle.

Oooooh, Derf had a point! "Maybe!" Unless... "Unless it only works because of the magic in the brooms." But even so... "BUT EVEN SO! No wands, so TECHNICALLY yes!" Hassan was going to teach Abey wandless magic probably maybe. Because he would have learnt it at that other school but decided to come HERE because Hogwarts was obviously the best school ever.

Anyway, was Derf ready? Better be!

"Race you to those hoops!" But only to those hoops because then Abey wanted to fly the rest of the laps WITH Derf, not against him actually. "THREETWOONEGO."

With that, Abey bent his own knees and kicked off as hard as he could, keeping his body pressed close to his broom for STREAMLINING and shooting off as fast as stunning spell (kind of) (school brooms) (sigh). Hehehehehe.

That's so strange was not the reaction he was expecting. He thought Levi would be more wary and ask him if he thought they should go now. Instead, his brother was too busy going along with the lesson.

Just as his strange not-a-dream-maybe-premonition foretold.

Declan sighed heavily as he pushed himself into a straight position. "Ah!" he exclaimed as he heard something pop in his back. "Should get back into Yoga." His legs straddled the broom automatically, just like his Mama had taught him, and he kicked off gaining height slowly. He did his best to keep his center low and close to the broom handle--a pro tip from his Mama again.

Still, he felt a little lightheaded as he looked down at the ground zooming beneath him, the grass blurring into patches of grey and black. "Levi. Very deja vu, my man," he said trying to fly close to him. "Like all these kids racing about? Deja Vu times 10. I am nauseous and lightheaded but I can't tell if that is my sixth sense or my fear of heights. Thoughts?"

Flying was one of Juno's most favorite things to do. Feeling the wind in her face and hair just made her feel alive! It was cold, no doubt, but her goggles and gloves helped and being an experienced flier, it didn't affect her as much as it used to.

Juno completed her first lap in record time. In fact she was just about to pass Leon, but decided to slow down and fly next to him instead. His Firebolt was...precious compared to her Thunderbolt 5000.

Re-adjusting her goggles, she pulled up next to Leon. "Working on lap two over here," she grinned over at him, "you might want to....catch up." With that, she smirked and zoomed off as fast as she could, hoping he would chase her.

The cold was biting at her cheeks, leaving them stinging and, she was sure of it, tinged with red. Still, this is exactly why she loved flying. It wasn't only the freedom it gave you, the feeling of the adrenaline pumping through your veins or even the wonder as you rose further up the sky. No, it was how in touch with the elements it truly did make her feel. She felt alive. SO SO alive.

As she ended her second lap, she zoomed past some of her classmates. That was another thing, too. How aware of your surroundings you needed to be while you were flying, even if you weren't playing Quidditch. One mistake and you would fall. See, her Dad had taught her how to control the broomstick but her Mum had taught her how to be careful in said broomstick.

Even if the way she was zigzagging once she found some open space was tinged with some carelessness. What the heck, she was young, right?

Soon enough she was on her third lap of the pitch, now dropping slightly lower than she had been before. As she zoomed around the pitch, Daisy decreased her velocity, degree by degree, until she was finally finished with the warm up laps. Finally, she came to a halt near one of the goal hoops and turned to Mr. HoH, hovering in the air. NOW for that gameeeeeeee.

Levi had done a lap around the pitch at a perfectly acceptable speed that would get no one injured. He'd done a pretty good job, he thought, at avoiding getting knocked off the broom by faster, more excited flyers. It hadn't been easy, ignoring the weather whilst keeping himself above the ground without looking as uncomfortable as he felt, but he'd done it. Sweat at his temples aside, Levi had thought he'd done a pretty good job.

"Uuuuhhh," Levi slowed down, trying to give Declan a chance to catch up. He had not considered the possibility of having to talk and fly without falling off his broom. It was unclear to him if he'd be able to do both. "I'm going to need more than just 'deja vu,' Declan." He tightened his grip on the handle as he went behind the goal hoops. "Did you have breakfast this morning? Something that was not coffee?" Mum had said repeatedly that working out without having had a proper meal was not advisable.

Declan regretted not grabbing gloves. The biting cold was numbing his fingers and he held on to the broom handle as best as he could considering he couldn't really feel it underneath his skin. His lips parted to speak but he stopped mid-sentence. He yanked his broom up to avoid someone's flying shoulder just in time. He felt like retching, and his heart raced even faster.

"Did you see that??" he asked his brother from above him. "Is that more than Deja vu for you? Anyway, I had oatmeal with blueberries. It was delicious." Declan refused to acknowledge the coffee thing. He had three cups. He didn't need to tell Levi.

"So, I fell asleep in Transfiguration class before this and I kind of saw a thing or two or three."

Levi's hand automatically attempted to reach out for his brother's--well, whatever it was that they could hold on first to keep him from falling. This would have been ill advised because in the end they'd have both plummeted down. But Declan handled it better than Levi had anticipated, and the Gryffindor boy was left momentarily hanging on to the broom only with one hand.

He'd begun to line sideways, to the left, a little bit and Levi sharply righted himself and held on with both hands again. Now he knew he couldn't do it with just one. Great. Levi sped up a little to catch up with Declan and complete his third lap.

It was a little stupid, considering he was trying to focus on not falling off his broom, but hearing Declan talk about food made his stomach grumble. He'd had a pretty good breakfast, what with scrambled eggs and toast and bacon and pumpkin juice, but it was also true that he was a growing boy. Or so his mum would have said. "Should I be concerned about your dream?" Done with his lap, Levi lost some elevation but remained hovering a little above the ground, waiting for further instructions. "Did it tell you how many spiders Fat Charlotte is gonna have?" He was only joking by about thirty percent.

How many laps was she even supposed to do? Charlotte had both forgotten AND lost count, she was too gleeful about being in the air in the first place, and already at the maximum height allowed.

She'd remembered that at least. Limits. Sigh.

And where was Henry by the way? Her friend had probably lapped everyone a million times by now. He was SUCH a good flyer. Lets say... lets say two laps had happened. Maybe. She was pretty sure she'd gone around the goalposts one and a half times already, so probably it was two. The fresh air still felt bitingly good, but Char was beginning to think MAYBE it might have been good to take some of the goggles after all - her eyeballs felt like they were freezing over.

OH WELL. DIDN'T NEED TO SEE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME.

The blonde fifth year dropped her broom into a DIVE. Because why not? The kind where your stomach dropped too. The fun kind. This was SO much better than being stuck at a desk. SO much.

"Watch out, coming throuuuuugh!" Char hollered, speeding past some SLOWPOKE BOYS.

Right. Olivia suddenly didn't want to do this today. The blonde Gryffindor didn't fully understand or know why the sudden urge to trek back to the castle was there and so strong, but... it was taking all her willpower to not do so. Maybe it was the sudden rolling of her stomach. Was she going to get up in the air and start vomiting? Sigh, she wasn't really in the mood to embarrass herself in a second lesson...

Whatever.

Mounting her broom, and keeping her eyes cast downward, as she wasn't really looking to gauge anyone in conversation, Liv readied herself. Mr. McLeod would be blowing the whistle soon to start any second now. Heart thudding loudly in her chest, she took a deep breath.

One..... Two..... Three..... Tweet!

With a hard push off the ground on both legs, Olivia soared into the air; blinking rapidly at the sudden biting chill attacking her cheeks. It'd been tolerable on the ground, but perhaps the chill would be a good thing just now. It'd staved off the nausea, anyway. Gripping her broom handle with tightly, she followed the others in their circling of the pitch. For herself, Liv chose to keep her speed on the lower side; just in cause of swimming head pains. For a few moments, anyway. After the first lap, she decided to speed up a bit, confident she'd at least not fall off her broom...

What would they be doing, anyway?

Char zipped through the slowpokes, and pulled up again, whooping gleefully. This was how all classes should be. Surely someone could come up with a way of making arithmancy more fun by letting people fly around on brooms instead of bury their noses in numbers for instance? Someone? A Ravenclaw maybe? And she wanted to go high again, so as Char passed the far goal hoops once more and looped back towards the starting point, she zoooooomed upwards, her trajectory more gentle, and also more erratic, than the one which had taken her into a dive a moment before.

The groundskeeper had talked about limits right? Char was ready to test those limits. Would he notice? Was there a spell or anything that would pop her back below the hoops? Right in the sweet spot between the lowest and highest hoops, Char hurtled forward, without a care in the world really.

Oh look there was Olivia!

"Liv! Race you!" She hollered at her younger friend.

Frankly, Declan was not worried at all about how many babies Charlotte was gonna have this time around. He was more worried about surviving the lesson. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Slowly, his face turned, and he saw a flash of blond hair coming his way. Declan gave a shout, and instinctively pulled up on his broom.

He really should have just pushed down towards the ground. That's where he was gonna die anyway, he was so sure.

Declan lost control of his broom for a second and he panicked, yanking it here and there, unable to control his speed and steering for several scary seconds.

"Excuse you!" he shouted after the girl who should have seemed more familiar but it was hard to tell people apart from the back of their heads. "I could have died. It was very rude! You could have at least showed up in my dream first." Declan grumbled about the lack of previous announcements within at least 12 hours. He needed prior notice to murder attempts, thank you. "I thought you would die," he turned to Levi with wide eyes. "But maybe it was me all along."

Oops.

It took her a few moments of flying, barely hitting the gas, to finally get herself fully up to speed. The unease from before had thankfully eased off, allowing the blonde to experience some excitement about being up in the air again after so long away from it. Before, this had been one of her favorite activities outside of dancing. This was why her father had purchased the nicer broom for her, after all. Without her mother knowing...... Ugh, she suddenly really wanted to see her da. Maybe she'd write after lessons today. Though, knowing him, he'd just send her a cheesecake to eat away her sorrows. The man did love himself a cheesecake.

With a deep breath, Olivia maneuver herself into the upcoming bend; slowing down so that she could lean her body into the curve of it. Something she'd been taught from family members, given that so many of hers played currently, or had in the past. It was also how Liv knew to kick her speed up coming out of the sharp turn to stabilize herself.

.....What in the world was Char doing? Blink. BLINK..... "Okay." The blonde shouted back, thinking that it might help with her current emotional state... As if to affirm the decision to race her, Liv leaned forward on her handle, quickly gaining speed. "You're on!"

As the Gryffindor zoomed along, Char did hear a masculine voice talking at her? Yelling at her. Or whatever. Polite shouting? Excusing her? Oh! That was nice of him, if he was excusing her, she didn't need to excuse herself, right? Because she was already excused! Handy! Less clear was why any boy would want her to show up in his dreams.

"Sorry!" She managed, over her shoulder. It would sound more sincere if she wasn't hurtling around a Quidditch pitch right now, probably. "Maybe you should have gone to the baby class!" JUST saying! Just a suggestion for next time! More his speed, probably!


Now, more important matters were afoot. RACING. Char wasn't sure exactly where the finish line would be, nor was she particularly set on winning or sure that she would anyway given Liv's experience and familial background - her dad was a proper PRO and everything! But it wasn't about that, it was about the pure EXHILARATION of it. This was how you did warm ups, you guys!

No stabilizing from Char though, but then she was enjoying her more erratic flight style. It was fun. You didn't need precision to have fun.

"Lets lap them!" She pointed back at the slowpoke boys. YEAH! Hopefully the groundskeeper wouldn't spoil the fun and call them back in too soon!

Merlin, help her. Olivia was not at all confident when it came to winning, as she was trying to take it easy for reasons... but... Well, she was being challenged in a friendly way and good-natured competition was good for her right now. So, here they were. And nope, it definitely wasn't about who had the better quidditch background. That didn't mean squat, given that Liv was at a slight health disadvantage. She'd need to be careful, either way.

"You're going to give them a complex." .... But she wasn't disagreeing, either. Already adjusting her hands as they quickly came upon a bend in the Liv did her best to weave in and out of her classmates; slowing down in certain spots, just to be safe. It was hard with the rules of not flying above the rings.... and because everyone had apparently deemed to fly in the "sweet spot" as it'd been referred to. This had all the potential to be frustrating, but NO THINKING ABOUT THAT JUST NOW.

Breaking away from the pack, after more dodging, the blonde quickly put distance between herself and the others; pushing herself to go faster. It was doing the trick in lifting her spirits further. And the chilly temperatures were also being very helpful. It was refreshing. "CHAAAAR!" It could've been taken as a taunt, but was more relieved than, anything.

Everything seemed to be going pretty well. Sinead had just about completed her first lap and she was thinking about speeding up a little for the second- live on the edge, why not- when somebody shouted something about a race and zoomed right past her at about four times the speed, making her shy away in alarm. Her broom lurched alarmingly sideways as she accidentally tugged on the handle, leaving her off-balance- and next thing she knew she was briefly upside down, letting out a little squeal of alarm, before rolling back upright and pulling up sharply on the broom, coming to a sudden halt which didn't really help her to collect herself.

Okay, so the barrel roll hadn't exactly been planned. But, checking over herself, she was all still here- and her wand hadn't fallen out of her pocket, luckily. And no thanks to those stupid girls who were flying around dodging about everyone else. Fine, they could fly at whatever speed they liked, but could they please leave Sinead out of it?

As it was, there didn't seem to be much she could do to avoid them, but she might be a little bit safer if she matched them at their own game a bit more. So, once she was happy she wasn't about to fall off (and okay, she never had been- that roll had been kinda fun, if she was honest) Sinead leaned forwards and released the mental leash she'd been holding on her broom. And it turned out that for a school broom, it really had some go in it. She couldn't help a little grin spreading across her face as she made a second lap of the pitch in about a fifth of the time she had the first, even overtaking a few other students, and shaking back her hair to let the wind pull it away from her face. Seriously- this was why Hogwarts beat muggle school any day.

Brent could see people talking to other people, but for the life of him, he couldn't see how. All he saw were moving mouths with the sound being swept away in the wind. Maybe he just wasn't close enough, though. He wished he wasn't so much of a new kid. He didn't get much conversation directed toward him in classes. It had been more than half a school year, and he still didn't have a steady group of friends.

He sighed as he made his way around the pitch for a second time.

He was still pretty excited about the upcoming game, though, so all thoughts he had of his lack of friends and people to hang out with were lost in thought. Duuuuude. Were there some first years here? He'd thought this was for experienced flyers, although, maybe some people had private lessons before Hogwarts. Or maybe they were just that good. Heh.

Everything was going absolutely perfect, and why shouldn't it be? They got to actually FLY at Hogwarts and well, when she wrote home to tell her father, he was going to no doubt be just as excited as she was. She could almost feel him in the air beside her and things were just grand as she kicked off into the air.

Truth be told, feeling the rush of cold air on her face didn't even sting in the slightest. Or maybe it did, but the third year was oblivious to it because of the adrenaline. She heard shouts from around her about racing, but Skylar didn't pay it any mind mostly because she was lost in her own little world, as she began her lap around the pitch. How many laps did they even need to do? Skylar hadn't really been paying attention. Nor had she been paying attention to the direction anyone was flying around the pitch. Had Professor McLeod said which direction to go? She couldn't remember, so she just went with the direction of whichever way she felt ...

... Which just so happened to be opposite direction to that which most people were speeding by. Directing her broom up and down as she avoided some brooms speeding by her, she couldn't help but smile at the energy in the air. It was fantastic.

Juno forgot that she was supposed to let Leon catch her. She was just having too much fun flying. They rarely got to fly at school and it was just so nice being in the air she was half way through her third lap when she realized that Leon hadn't caught up to her.

Oh, well! She zoomed off at top speed! She just couldn't help it. She loved to fly. It was complete and total freedom! She just kept flying even after she completed her third lap.

She just couldn't help herself.

Duuuuude.

Brent was seriously ready for whatever game they were about to play. Not a lot of time had passed, so he really had no reason to be impatient. This was broom sports, though! Call it a lack of Quodpot of Quidditch or whatever, but he was just overly-excited.

Brent steered his broom around the bend and began his third lap around the pitch. He'd given up on watching others and wondering how they managed conversation up here in the skies. It was just him and the wind now, and he allowed his mind to wander to what might happen if he was in the midst of a game right now...

He would probably be the Chaser, and he'd be after the quaffle. The game would be tied, and it would be all up to either up to him or the Seeker. Brent was racing against the other players, and he could even feel the wind blowing through his hair. This was probably the actual air in reality and not in his little daydream, but that didn't matter. Brent was closing in on the quaffle, and then he'd sent it soaring toward the goal hoop. He watched in anticipation as it neared the hoop...

...and then he snapped out of his daydream before he figured out if he'd scored or not.

After some near misses with other students going the opposite direction, Skylar could have changed directions, but realized she kind of liked the challenge of having to swerve to avoid people. It made it much more realistic and what it might be if she were really to be playing a quidditch match.

Just as long as she kept her focus, she would be fine, right? Except being up in the air, on a broomstick for the first time since the summer, Skylar found it difficult to keep focused. She was aware that she had completed one lap around, but couldn't help but wonder how she would fare in a REAL quidditch match at Hogwarts - one like her parents played in so long ago and Hattie's parents and the Krums and the Adaras. The stories they filled her head with just made her imagine as if she was there, but worse, it made her crave to have those same experiences. And really, Skylar wondered if she would ever get those experiences, but somehow was doubtful.

She would be a beater, that's what Sky decided. She already was aware of her aim, thanks to last summer and knew she could be ruthless if she wanted to. She just needed to work to feel less if she injured a friend, but surely they would know it wasn't on purpose, right?

And second lap almost done, Skylar realized as she dove again to avoid contact with another peer.

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Char zipped through the slowpokes, and pulled up again, whooping gleefully. This was how all classes should be. Surely someone could come up with a way of making arithmancy more fun by letting people fly around on brooms instead of bury their noses in numbers for instance? Someone? A Ravenclaw maybe? And she wanted to go high again, so as Char passed the far goal hoops once more and looped back towards the starting point, she zoooooomed upwards, her trajectory more gentle, and also more erratic, than the one which had taken her into a dive a moment before.

The groundskeeper had talked about limits right? Char was ready to test those limits. Would he notice? Was there a spell or anything that would pop her back below the hoops? Right in the sweet spot between the lowest and highest hoops, Char hurtled forward, without a care in the world really.

Oh look there was Olivia!

"Liv! Race you!" She hollered at her younger friend.

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As the Gryffindor zoomed along, Char did hear a masculine voice talking at her? Yelling at her. Or whatever. Polite shouting? Excusing her? Oh! That was nice of him, if he was excusing her, she didn't need to excuse herself, right? Because she was already excused! Handy! Less clear was why any boy would want her to show up in his dreams.

"Sorry!" She managed, over her shoulder. It would sound more sincere if she wasn't hurtling around a Quidditch pitch right now, probably. "Maybe you should have gone to the baby class!" JUST saying! Just a suggestion for next time! More his speed, probably!



Now, more important matters were afoot. RACING. Char wasn't sure exactly where the finish line would be, nor was she particularly set on winning or sure that she would anyway given Liv's experience and familial background - her dad was a proper PRO and everything! But it wasn't about that, it was about the pure EXHILARATION of it. This was how you did warm ups, you guys!

No stabilizing from Char though, but then she was enjoying her more erratic flight style. It was fun. You didn't need precision to have fun.

"Lets lap them!" She pointed back at the slowpoke boys. YEAH! Hopefully the groundskeeper wouldn't spoil the fun and call them back in too soon!

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Merlin, help her. Olivia was not at all confident when it came to winning, as she was trying to take it easy for reasons... but... Well, she was being challenged in a friendly way and good-natured competition was good for her right now. So, here they were. And nope, it definitely wasn't about who had the better quidditch background. That didn't mean squat, given that Liv was at a slight health disadvantage. She'd need to be careful, either way.

"You're going to give them a complex." .... But she wasn't disagreeing, either. Already adjusting her hands as they quickly came upon a bend in the Liv did her best to weave in and out of her classmates; slowing down in certain spots, just to be safe. It was hard with the rules of not flying above the rings.... and because everyone had apparently deemed to fly in the "sweet spot" as it'd been referred to. This had all the potential to be frustrating, but NO THINKING ABOUT THAT JUST NOW.

Breaking away from the pack, after more dodging, the blonde quickly put distance between herself and the others; pushing herself to go faster. It was doing the trick in lifting her spirits further. And the chilly temperatures were also being very helpful. It was refreshing. "CHAAAAR!" It could've been taken as a taunt, but was more relieved than, anything.

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Frankly, Declan was not worried at all about how many babies Charlotte was gonna have this time around. He was more worried about surviving the lesson. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Slowly, his face turned, and he saw a flash of blond hair coming his way. Declan gave a shout, and instinctively pulled up on his broom.

He really should have just pushed down towards the ground. That's where he was gonna die anyway, he was so sure.

Declan lost control of his broom for a second and he panicked, yanking it here and there, unable to control his speed and steering for several scary seconds.

"Excuse you!" he shouted after the girl who should have seemed more familiar but it was hard to tell people apart from the back of their heads. "I could have died. It was very rude! You could have at least showed up in my dream first." Declan grumbled about the lack of previous announcements within at least 12 hours. He needed prior notice to murder attempts, thank you. "I thought you would die," he turned to Levi with wide eyes. "But maybe it was me all along."

Oops.

Somehow the shooting stars come to life had decided to invade Levi and Declan's safe space and Levi held on for dear life to his broom by swerving upwards in zigzag motions to avoid collision with his felow Gryffindors.

It was always comforting to know that life, despite of your best efforts, found a way to always be unpredictable.

"Oi, Human Charlotte and minion!!!"

Whatever, they were both gone and Levi was better off for it. Hands still gripping the broomstick tightly, the flew to join his brother again. "Are you sure it's you and not them?" He pointed at the girls with his chin. "All that speed. They're bound to go all splat down there soon enough."

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Duuuuude.

Brent was seriously ready for whatever game they were about to play. Not a lot of time had passed, so he really had no reason to be impatient. This was broom sports, though! Call it a lack of Quodpot of Quidditch or whatever, but he was just overly-excited.

Brent steered his broom around the bend and began his third lap around the pitch. He'd given up on watching others and wondering how they managed conversation up here in the skies. It was just him and the wind now, and he allowed his mind to wander to what might happen if he was in the midst of a game right now...

He would probably be the Chaser, and he'd be after the quaffle. The game would be tied, and it would be all up to either up to him or the Seeker. Brent was racing against the other players, and he could even feel the wind blowing through his hair. This was probably the actual air in reality and not in his little daydream, but that didn't matter. Brent was closing in on the quaffle, and then he'd sent it soaring toward the goal hoop. He watched in anticipation as it neared the hoop...

...and then he snapped out of his daydream before he figured out if he'd scored or not.

Because Levi was something like a good samaritan--or rather, he could be--he noted another boy looking like he'd checked out and gone elsewhere completely. He recognized the look well because he'd seen it plenty of times on his brother and because, well, he did the same often enough, after finishing a good book. Which was all of them. All books were good.

"Hey, guy!" Levi kicked himself upwards. Feeling the wind attack his cheeks and nose again, the Gryffindor narrowed his eyes at the same time he narrowly missed flying straight into the tail of some younger SLYTHERIN girl whose name escaped him. He was tempted to curse at life for not letting him inherit his mother's flying skills, but managed to refrain. He settled for glaring at the air. Then he said, trying to sound friendly, "Careful with all the future Quidditch supertars everywhere."

Ideally, Declan would have gone to the neither class...the no-class. He wasn't here for the enjoyment of it. He sighed and shook his head slowly, not wanting to risk losing control of his broom again.

"They don't even let babies in at Hogwarts," he told the wind in a grumble.

Declan wished Levi didn't always speak his mind. His brown eyes were cast down to the moving ground below them as a sense of dread filled the pit of his stomach. He moved slightly to the left, avoiding another passing classmate.

"I wish you hadn't said that," he said, looking up to the find the speeding girls once more, hoping to still find them on their brooms. "Now I gotta make sure they make it through the lessons. Maybe that's what I'm supposed to do." He had no idea. His dreams didn't exactly come with a manual. A little distracted, Declan followed his brother belatedly. "Yeah," he added unhelpfully. "I survived but who knows who in here won't. Next thing we know, someone's broom is snapping in two as they crash face first into the dirt."

Leon was lazily flying around, this was supposed to be a warm up, yeah? There was no reason to make a full on race of it right? And yet.. apparently Juno had nearly lapped him!

He grinned over her as she slowed down to fly next to him and he laughed a little bit. "Oh aren't we the speedster over here! Do I need to call you Flash or Quicksilver now?" he asked and yet..

The 7th year sped up and started to chase after her, still not flying as fast as he could, he needed to properly warm up, but as he started his second lap he started to pick up speed as well as some altitude...

All right Juno.. he was coming!