So ORDINARILY Skylar would be thrilled about flying lessons; after all, she was a health fanatic and did play beater for the under seventeen. But when she saw the notice for today's lesson about no brooms, the fifth year was needless to say, alarmed. And confused. How would they fly WITHOUT brooms? And if they weren't flying, how was that even allowed to be considered a flying lesson?

"Professor Baldvinsson," Sky greeted hands shoved deep into her coat pockets. Yes, she was sour. Could he tell? On the plus side, she did have a Halloween party celebration for two of her professors that she was looking forward to next week. But for now, bitter. Because no flying, obviously.

Maisie, sporting a beautiful green face, nodded briefly at the Professor. She'd been up all night with nerves. Maisie hated flying. There were furs to huddle in on the grass, so Maisie wrapped herself up and waited for the lesson to begin.

The Gryffindor Ace zoomed for the Pitch on his own hovering contraption, wondering what kind of flying lesson they were supposed to have today when the Professor specified that their brooms arent needed.

He stops sharply at the edge of all the stuff scattered about. He pockets his hoverboard as he looked around distractedly, greeting the Flying instructor as he passed him "Heya Professor Baldvinsson."

Garage sale? Its the first thing that occurred to him seeing all these STUFF.

Flying was still one of those lessons Stasya was unsure about, aside from the part where she had fun practicing her Icelandic with the professor. It wasn't that she disliked flying. It was fun on the winged horses and stuff, and even kind of fun on brooms. But the notice about the lesson said no brooms, so she was confused. Plus, she still hadn't figured out her Halloween costume for this year, so confused and distracted.

And even more confused when she saw all the stuff on the pitch. But she still gave the feathered groundskeeper a smile. "Góðan daginn prófessor Baldvinsson,", she called out, settling on the ground with her robe bunched up underneath her not far from Ace. She didn't need to hurt his coats.

Felicity trudged slightly behind Skylar onto the pitch, drawing her coat closer around her. She offered a nod to the Professor as Skylar greeted him, before pulling her hat down further over her ears. Had she mentioned she didn't like the cold?

Because she didn't. Even though she was kitted out in her hat, scarf, gloves and coat, the fur coats did look appealing, and Liss probably would have pulled one on over the top of her own if they hadn't looked so much like real fur. Killing animals for fashion? So not cool.

Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and tried to work out how exactly they were supposed to fly without brooms.

Patrick walked down toward the pitch wondering what kind of lesson they'd be having today considering there were no brooms involved. It seemed like each day he walked into classes he was continually surprised by what was in store for them. He glanced around to see a few other students in the area and figured that if he wasn't early to this class, he'd likely be running late.

"Hello Professor Baldvinsson." He waved before sitting on the ground ensuring that his jacket he had worn was tight enough

A flying lesson without brooms? It sounded weird BEFORE Zoryn realized that it could only mean one thing!!!! AND MAN, was she PUMPED!!! So pumped, in fact, that she raced all the way down to the pitch to greet her Professor with a HUGE smile. Her curiosity, only fancied for a few seconds when she saw the tent he was next to... But MORE EXCITING thoughts were flooding her mind at the moment so she wasn't all that bothered about what could possibly be waiting for them inside of the tent.

"Hi Professor!!! I can't believe we're learning how to fly without brooms today, THIS IS SO AWESOME!!!"

Only, how come wizards normally used brooms if they could fly without them?! Wouldn't the brooms just be another unnecessary hassle? Wouldn't you WANT to avoid the broom wedgie if you could??? These were the real questions Zoryn Amari Spinnet was thinking of. Except she figured they did it for the aesthetic, lbr. The wizarding world was all about that #aesthetic. And y'know what, Zor was on board.

Either way, Zoryn was EXCITED. This was gonna be like wandless magic except with flying and ZORYN. WAS. HERE. FOR. IT. YAAAAAS.

Somebody had once told her that a change was as good as a rest, and, intrigued by the flying lesson without a broom, Sam had decided here was a good place to start. That and the fact she's really enjoyed that last flying lesson last term despite the less than ideal weather conditions.

In loose yoga-style pants and a hoodie (not Al's Durmstrang hoodie, which was far to precious to risk getting dirty or worse, damaged), Sam was dressed comfortably enough for activity and the weather. It seriously wasn't anywhere near cold enough to need the layers that the Slytherin (Felicity) was wearing. Although she didn't spend too long pondering that, as it seemed that Baldvinsson had decided to loot the flying supplies and half of Hogwarts for today's lesson, going by what was spread around the pitch.

Huh.

Crazy cool guy, the Icelander was. "Hey Professor!" she greeted with a grin. "Think you forgot the kitchen sink..."

Derf had a bit of a crisis in NOT bringing his broom down to Flying today. It was kinda one of the FEW things the third year had that felt like a status symbol for his AGE, you know? All of first year he had had to wallow in the fact that first years were not permitted to bring their own brooms and thus the GLORY of second year and felt so GOOD because he COULD and that was one less thing he didn't have that whole age thing hanging over his head. Which had helped some in dealing with some of the Hufflepuff angst that had come with the IMPS selection stuff - too young too young blah blah blah.

But now...HE COULDN'T BRING HIS STATUS SYMBOLS WITH HIM TO CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASS and there was much Hufflepuff angst about this. He loved his broom. HE LOVED HIS BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

But maybe...just MAYBE there was a silver lining to all this - as there often was to most things. MAYBE they were going to test out OTHER cleaning equipment - like mops or vacuums - to feel how different they were compared to the far superior broom, you know?

"Hi!" he greeted with a bit of a forced chipper tone as he swiftly moved to stand beside the cool-just-the-way-she-was Zoryn. "Wonder if my missing sock is out there somewhere..." It looked like the entire lost and found of Hogwarts for past billion years had been scattered across the pitch. He also flashed Stasya a bit of an impish smile before turning his attention back to the Groundskeeper.

Really...if he looked so grumpy not being on a broom he only had himself to blame...but the Hufflepuff was curious like always.

"....scavenger hunt?" Again?

Ryder never did like the cold, but that didn't stop the enthusiasm for a class such as this one. No dusty classrooms and out in the open air! Despite the pitch area looking like a weird yard sale, and therefore a bit confusing on what the lesson would actually be (he would not be cleaning), the young Slytherin went straight for the fur coats. Just grab one of those. Maybe two if no one else was going to use them. Wrapping himself up in it, he plopped down on the ground and maneuvered around until he was a nice little ball surrounded by fur with his head peaking out.

Ready.

"Hey Professor." The extremely cozy looking man received a curtsy in greeting as the fifteen year old made her way towards the group of students already gathered. Any excuse to be on the pitch was going to be taken advantage of and even the cool, crisp air couldn't sour Junia's mood as she joined her dorm mates and ran her hands over her arms, drawing up some warmth. "Ladies, hey."

It was literally freezing outside today, but Maddie was still super excited about another flying lesson. She skipped up to the pitch and approached the area where most everybody was gathered. "Hello, Professor!" she said. She always had trouble saying the man's name, so instead of butchering it, she just left it at Professor. She glanced around at all the stuff around the pitch. There was a tent which held who knew what, and a bunch of random things that spiked Maddie's curiosity. Was that a book out there?

Teeth just a chattering, Maddie chose a seat on a nice, warm coat. Could they put the coat on, or did they have to just sit on it? Maddie decided to just sit on the coat for now, because this was flying class, and she was hoping to get up in the air soon.

Alright, another flying lesson, any chance she got to fight was great. Juni trotted down to the pitch. Only was this a flying lesson or did someone trashed the pitch and they had to clean it up? Oh fun! Not. The fact that they were not to bring their own brooms pretty much confirmed the Ravenclaws trash theory.

She passed by the pacing professor giving him a nod, and a smile. ”Hello Professor Baldvinsson.” As she skipped over to join the others in the lesson, she waved at people as she passed them. Stopping where she seen Zoryn and Derf sitting, ”Hi Derf, Hey Zoryn.” She sat down in the grass with her yearmates.

”Socks or anything else that you may be missing.” Yep there was a lot of random stuff around and out there. Though now the more she thought about it this could actually be a fun lesson.

Flying was normally one of Emmeline's favorite lessons, even if she STILL didn't have her own broomstick yet. To be honest, she'd been kinda worried that she'd be the ONLY second year in the whoooole class who didn't have a broom. She'd been kind of anxious about this all term and had so far studiously ignored who else had to use school brooms (apart from the first years). Last year, it hadn't mattered at all that she didn't have one 'cause first years weren't allowed them anyway.

But the notice board in the common room had said that there would be NO brooms today. As Emmeline headed down to the pitch, she was half-convinced that that was a mistake or a joke played by an older student. When she neared the pitch, though, Professor B. wasn't on his broom! The sight of their flying professor on the ground was kinda weird. Almost as weird as the tent and alllll the stuff spread all over the pitch. So there really weren't going to be any brooms today. Emmeline frowned as she walked closer and closer to her classmates, finally dropping down to sit next to Stasya. 'Cept Emmeline was sitting on a coat 'cause it was cold. She flashed Stasya a grin and said, "Hiiii Stasya! How're your creatures doing?" She didn't ask how Stasya herself was doing, just in case her bestie was having a bad day for..reasons and stuff.

She scanned her classmates' faces to see if anyone else looked like they had any idea about what they'd be doing in a flying lesson with no brooms (weirdest thing ever), but everybody looked just as clueless as she was. She gave Professor B a smile, though, and called: "Hiiii, Professor B!" See, she still had manners. Emmeline also smiled and waved at everyone she knew, but especially at Derf and Zoryn. Seeing Zoryn reminded her of something and she tried to catch the third year's eye, 'cause she'd just realized: What if it was Professor B with the mid-life crisis?! 'Cause, you know, he'd scheduled a flying lesson with no brooms.

What really was the point of having flying class when he couldn't bring his broom? Henry really wasn't one to complain and always did his best to be optimistic, but come on. Flying was pretty much his favorite thing. What else were they going to be doing?? Having a lecture??? Please don't ruin Flying class with a lecture, Mr. B!

Or maybe they'd be helping their instructor organize his supplies. The Head Boy eyed up all the equipment all over the pitch as he joined the class. "Hey, Mr. B!" Henry greeted the man with his usual cheerful demeanor, though he might have given him a slightly wounded look because of his lack of broom. "What's going on today?" Yeah, he wanted to know what they'd be doing and also why no brooms.

Flying.... Take two. This year was going to be a better year when it came to flying. Vi had been practicing for it and working her butt off. She was going to do this gracefully without falling over on her face... or worse actually falling off her broom from a terrible height. But she wouldn't have to worry about that today because they didn't need brooms. Today would probably be the safest lesson ever.

"Hello Mr. Baldvinsson! How are you?" grinned Vi as she greeted the Flying Professor and Groundskeeper. Her eyes wandered past the man to see the eclectic items roped off to the side.

She waved to Zoryn and Derf before, obviously, heading towards to where Tenacius was on his hoverboard. "Obstacle course perhaps?" she offered a thought to what the items were for.

To say she was feeling crummy would have been the understatement of the century. The Ravenclaw felt something closer to death--if you allowed wiggle room for dramatics--and it made even the walk over to the pitch a nightmare. Of course she'd wanted to skip the class entirely, afterall, it wasn't a core lesson and there was no sense killing off herself in such a case.

But here she was...most of her anyway.

Jessa trudged over to the others, wordlessly taking a seat in the grass without any moves to grab a fur coat first. There was no need for that, not when she'd tacked on her own sweater and a warming charm before leaving the castle. When you had asthma, you didn't take the weather lightly, she'd already been well prepared to head out here.

"Hello Professor." Her voice was only just audible above the general greetings and questions of the others. Were she feeling a little less under the weather, Jessa may have had a few questions of her own but right now all her focus was on how terribly she felt and how she would make it through the lesson.

Ugh, could today be over already?

This certainly was a rather odd lesson in Daisy's mind. A flying lesson that contained no brooms?! Daisy made her way to the Quidditch pitch, put on one of the warm furry coats and sat down awaiting the start of the lesson.

Etta didn't understand why they were having a flying lesson when there were no brooms needed at all.. so, what? Were they going to have a theory class? Flying class was meant for flying, yeah? Plus, the weather wasn't helping. Mildly confused, she slowly made her way down to the grounds, wondering what the professor had in store for them.

"Hello, professor." Etta smiled cheerfully before turning to wave at her friends. She stood somewhere close to the front and waited for class to begin, trying not to visibly shiver.

Carter Phillips took his time, as usual, getting to where he needed to be. He enjoyed making the rounds of his old stomping grounds entirely too much. He might have insisted, in fact, that he get to audit the flying class. For reasons.

In his hand, he carried a clipboard. As he walked, he adjusted his sunglasses and zipped up his Puddlemere jacket. Maybe not the most professional attire, but it felt wrong to be on a pitch without some sort of team gear. He glanced around at all the objects on the ground and then at the students gathered around. He wondered if anyone had tripped on anything. Was that on this checklist thing? He glanced at the clipboard momentarily. Nah. It didn't look like it. Trip all you want kids, he wasn't here to grade your professor on that.

He then leaned against a side wall. Close enough, hopefully, to hear the professor, but far enough back not to, hopefully, cause too much of a distraction. He then glanced at the clipboard again. Was he allowed to use his Board position to potentially recruit? He gave the Professor a two finger wave in greeting. Hi. Yes. Hi. He was there. Act natural now.

Rhea was in a foul mood.

She trudged down the path towards the Quidditch pitch, dragging her feet and sighing with every step. The fifth year had shoved her hands as far into her pockets as they'd go and was staring straight ahead. If she passed anyone as she walked, she didn't notice.

When she reached the pitch, she sat down on the grass and ignored everyone. She didn't even greet the Professor. As for the fur coats, she couldn't feel anything, so what use would she have for one? #dramatic She didn't give any thought to why they didn't require brooms today. She simply didn't care. She'd go to the lesson and do what she was required to do, but that was it.

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Text Cut: Skylar

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

So ORDINARILY Skylar would be thrilled about flying lessons; after all, she was a health fanatic and did play beater for the under seventeen. But when she saw the notice for today's lesson about no brooms, the fifth year was needless to say, alarmed. And confused. How would they fly WITHOUT brooms? And if they weren't flying, how was that even allowed to be considered a flying lesson?

"Professor Baldvinsson," Sky greeted hands shoved deep into her coat pockets. Yes, she was sour. Could he tell? On the plus side, she did have a Halloween party celebration for two of her professors that she was looking forward to next week. But for now, bitter. Because no flying, obviously.

Haraldur wasn’t surprised this particular student was the first one to arrive. Although, he wasn’t really accustomed to the glare she was perfecting. ”Good afternoon, miss Diggory.” He greeted, in a happier tone than her own. He rolled his thumbs, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. ”There are coats?” He tried. Let’s turn that frown upside down young lady!

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Originally Posted by Moonhare

Maisie, sporting a beautiful green face, nodded briefly at the Professor. She'd been up all night with nerves. Maisie hated flying. There were furs to huddle in on the grass, so Maisie wrapped herself up and waited for the lesson to begin.

A little one wrapped herself up in one of his coats and he gave her a smile and returned her nod with one of his own. ”Welcome to flying class, miss Dimple.” Smart move to keep herself tucked in, it was quite a chilly autumn day after all.

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Originally Posted by Steelsheen

The Gryffindor Ace zoomed for the Pitch on his own hovering contraption, wondering what kind of flying lesson they were supposed to have today when the Professor specified that their brooms arent needed.

He stops sharply at the edge of all the stuff scattered about. He pockets his hoverboard as he looked around distractedly, greeting the Flying instructor as he passed him "Heya Professor Baldvinsson."

Garage sale? Its the first thing that occurred to him seeing all these STUFF.

What in T A R N A T I O N?!! The flying instructor let out a few puffs off annoyance? Curiosity? Jealousy? BAFFLEMENT. ”Mr. Salander!” He shuffled up to the Gryffindor prefect, giving the boy’s hoverboard a looong and suspicious look. Did he love it? Did he hate it? He was still undecided. ”Keep that tucked away, kid.” What kind of magic kept that thing in the air? ”And pop by my hut for some peanuts when you have the time, boy. You may bring that… Thing.” He decided he loved it. And wanted to know more about it but for now, he spotted a familiar second year. He gave the prefect a heavy pat on his shoulder before shuffling up to stand next to the tent again.

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

Flying was still one of those lessons Stasya was unsure about, aside from the part where she had fun practicing her Icelandic with the professor. It wasn't that she disliked flying. It was fun on the winged horses and stuff, and even kind of fun on brooms. But the notice about the lesson said no brooms, so she was confused. Plus, she still hadn't figured out her Halloween costume for this year, so confused and distracted.

And even more confused when she saw all the stuff on the pitch. But she still gave the feathered groundskeeper a smile. "Góðan daginn prófessor Baldvinsson,", she called out, settling on the ground with her robe bunched up underneath her not far from Ace. She didn't need to hurt his coats.

Haraldur gave her a wide smile. This one reminded him of home. Heeeeeeeeeeeee liked her. ”Góðan daginn, lítill einn!” He chuckled and watched her take a seat on the grass. ”Welcome to flying class.”

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Felicity trudged slightly behind Skylar onto the pitch, drawing her coat closer around her. She offered a nod to the Professor as Skylar greeted him, before pulling her hat down further over her ears. Had she mentioned she didn't like the cold?

Because she didn't. Even though she was kitted out in her hat, scarf, gloves and coat, the fur coats did look appealing, and Liss probably would have pulled one on over the top of her own if they hadn't looked so much like real fur. Killing animals for fashion? So not cool.

Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and tried to work out how exactly they were supposed to fly without brooms.

Skylar’s sour expression was hard to miss and so was Felicity’s many layers of clothes. Haraldur returned her nod with a smile. ”Good afternoon, miss Harrington. Welcome to flying class!” Lovely day, yes? Autumn meant they were well on their way towards winter. Finally.

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Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson

Patrick walked down toward the pitch wondering what kind of lesson they'd be having today considering there were no brooms involved. It seemed like each day he walked into classes he was continually surprised by what was in store for them. He glanced around to see a few other students in the area and figured that if he wasn't early to this class, he'd likely be running late.

"Hello Professor Baldvinsson." He waved before sitting on the ground ensuring that his jacket he had worn was tight enough

Ah! Another first year was arriving next. ”Mr. Dooley, welcome, welcome! We’ll begin shortly.” Haraldur watched the boy sit down in the grass and turned his head up towards the castle to spot more arriving students.

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

A flying lesson without brooms? It sounded weird BEFORE Zoryn realized that it could only mean one thing!!!! AND MAN, was she PUMPED!!! So pumped, in fact, that she raced all the way down to the pitch to greet her Professor with a HUGE smile. Her curiosity, only fancied for a few seconds when she saw the tent he was next to... But MORE EXCITING thoughts were flooding her mind at the moment so she wasn't all that bothered about what could possibly be waiting for them inside of the tent.

"Hi Professor!!! I can't believe we're learning how to fly without brooms today, THIS IS SO AWESOME!!!"

Only, how come wizards normally used brooms if they could fly without them?! Wouldn't the brooms just be another unnecessary hassle? Wouldn't you WANT to avoid the broom wedgie if you could??? These were the real questions Zoryn Amari Spinnet was thinking of. Except she figured they did it for the aesthetic, lbr. The wizarding world was all about that #aesthetic. And y'know what, Zor was on board.

Either way, Zoryn was EXCITED. This was gonna be like wandless magic except with flying and ZORYN. WAS. HERE. FOR. IT. YAAAAAS.

Haraldur wanted the students to be passionate about flying. And passion was something this one had loads of. He loved it. ”Good day to you, miss Spinnet. Exciting times, isn’t it?” He said with a wink. Or he tried to wink. It was just him blinking, really. Could also be useful if she could share her excitement with some of her classmates.

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Originally Posted by hermygirl

Somebody had once told her that a change was as good as a rest, and, intrigued by the flying lesson without a broom, Sam had decided here was a good place to start. That and the fact she's really enjoyed that last flying lesson last term despite the less than ideal weather conditions.

In loose yoga-style pants and a hoodie (not Al's Durmstrang hoodie, which was far to precious to risk getting dirty or worse, damaged), Sam was dressed comfortably enough for activity and the weather. It seriously wasn't anywhere near cold enough to need the layers that the Slytherin (Felicity) was wearing. Although she didn't spend too long pondering that, as it seemed that Baldvinsson had decided to loot the flying supplies and half of Hogwarts for today's lesson, going by what was spread around the pitch.

Huh.

Crazy cool guy, the Icelander was. "Hey Professor!" she greeted with a grin. "Think you forgot the kitchen sink..."

”Miss Tyler, good afternoon!” Haraldur greeted and glanced over his shoulder at the item-covered pitch. ”Oh, I’m not allowed to use it according to Ms. Grimblehawk.” He chuckled. Because he was funny. Because jokes. ”Please have a seat, we’ll start soon.”

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Derf had a bit of a crisis in NOT bringing his broom down to Flying today. It was kinda one of the FEW things the third year had that felt like a status symbol for his AGE, you know? All of first year he had had to wallow in the fact that first years were not permitted to bring their own brooms and thus the GLORY of second year and felt so GOOD because he COULD and that was one less thing he didn't have that whole age thing hanging over his head. Which had helped some in dealing with some of the Hufflepuff angst that had come with the IMPS selection stuff - too young too young blah blah blah.

But now...HE COULDN'T BRING HIS STATUS SYMBOLS WITH HIM TO CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASS and there was much Hufflepuff angst about this. He loved his broom. HE LOVED HIS BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

But maybe...just MAYBE there was a silver lining to all this - as there often was to most things. MAYBE they were going to test out OTHER cleaning equipment - like mops or vacuums - to feel how different they were compared to the far superior broom, you know?

"Hi!" he greeted with a bit of a forced chipper tone as he swiftly moved to stand beside the cool-just-the-way-she-was Zoryn. "Wonder if my missing sock is out there somewhere..." It looked like the entire lost and found of Hogwarts for past billion years had been scattered across the pitch. He also flashed Stasya a bit of an impish smile before turning his attention back to the Groundskeeper.

Really...if he looked so grumpy not being on a broom he only had himself to blame...but the Hufflepuff was curious like always.

"....scavenger hunt?" Again?

”Hello Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne.” Haraldur greeted the usually excited young Hufflepuff. Still, without a broom Derf along with some of his classmates (including the instructor himself, one must not tell lies) had some of his enthusiasm stripped. Hopefully, that would change. ”Welcome to flying class, have a seat, have a seat.”

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Originally Posted by Roselyn

Ryder never did like the cold, but that didn't stop the enthusiasm for a class such as this one. No dusty classrooms and out in the open air! Despite the pitch area looking like a weird yard sale, and therefore a bit confusing on what the lesson would actually be (he would not be cleaning), the young Slytherin went straight for the fur coats. Just grab one of those. Maybe two if no one else was going to use them. Wrapping himself up in it, he plopped down on the ground and maneuvered around until he was a nice little ball surrounded by fur with his head peaking out.

Ready.

Haraldur glanced at his pocketwatch to make sure they still had a few more minutes of waiting before class started. He almost missed the arrival of Ryder, now bundled up in fur coats. ”Good afternoon, Mr. Carter.” He chuckled. ”You’ll be warm soon enough when the lesson starts.” Believeeeee you me!

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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

"Hey Professor." The extremely cozy looking man received a curtsy in greeting as the fifteen year old made her way towards the group of students already gathered. Any excuse to be on the pitch was going to be taken advantage of and even the cool, crisp air couldn't sour Junia's mood as she joined her dorm mates and ran her hands over her arms, drawing up some warmth. "Ladies, hey."

And then a Botros arrived. ”Miss Botros! Welcome to flying class.” Haraldur smiled at her and watched her join her friends. ”We still have a couple of more minutes before we begin.”

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Originally Posted by Anna Banana

It was literally freezing outside today, but Maddie was still super excited about another flying lesson. She skipped up to the pitch and approached the area where most everybody was gathered. "Hello, Professor!" she said. She always had trouble saying the man's name, so instead of butchering it, she just left it at Professor. She glanced around at all the stuff around the pitch. There was a tent which held who knew what, and a bunch of random things that spiked Maddie's curiosity. Was that a book out there?

Teeth just a chattering, Maddie chose a seat on a nice, warm coat. Could they put the coat on, or did they have to just sit on it? Maddie decided to just sit on the coat for now, because this was flying class, and she was hoping to get up in the air soon.

”Hello to YOU, miss Kemp.” Haraldur gave her a warm smile and a nod. An excited student was a goood student. ”Please, have a seat.” He said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He was getting restless.

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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry

Alright, another flying lesson, any chance she got to fight was great. Juni trotted down to the pitch. Only was this a flying lesson or did someone trashed the pitch and they had to clean it up? Oh fun! Not. The fact that they were not to bring their own brooms pretty much confirmed the Ravenclaws trash theory.

She passed by the pacing professor giving him a nod, and a smile. ”Hello Professor Baldvinsson.” As she skipped over to join the others in the lesson, she waved at people as she passed them. Stopping where she seen Zoryn and Derf sitting, ”Hi Derf, Hey Zoryn.” She sat down in the grass with her yearmates.

”Socks or anything else that you may be missing.” Yep there was a lot of random stuff around and out there. Though now the more she thought about it this could actually be a fun lesson.

Another third year made her way to the pitch and over to Zoryn and Derf. Haraldur gave her a nod when she greeted him. ”Good afternoon, miss Primeaux.” He smiled. ”Welcome to flying class.” Speaking of flying, he wanted to. Right now.

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Originally Posted by NifflerFan

Flying was normally one of Emmeline's favorite lessons, even if she STILL didn't have her own broomstick yet. To be honest, she'd been kinda worried that she'd be the ONLY second year in the whoooole class who didn't have a broom. She'd been kind of anxious about this all term and had so far studiously ignored who else had to use school brooms (apart from the first years). Last year, it hadn't mattered at all that she didn't have one 'cause first years weren't allowed them anyway.

But the notice board in the common room had said that there would be NO brooms today. As Emmeline headed down to the pitch, she was half-convinced that that was a mistake or a joke played by an older student. When she neared the pitch, though, Professor B. wasn't on his broom! The sight of their flying professor on the ground was kinda weird. Almost as weird as the tent and alllll the stuff spread all over the pitch. So there really weren't going to be any brooms today. Emmeline frowned as she walked closer and closer to her classmates, finally dropping down to sit next to Stasya. 'Cept Emmeline was sitting on a coat 'cause it was cold. She flashed Stasya a grin and said, "Hiiii Stasya! How're your creatures doing?" She didn't ask how Stasya herself was doing, just in case her bestie was having a bad day for..reasons and stuff.

She scanned her classmates' faces to see if anyone else looked like they had any idea about what they'd be doing in a flying lesson with no brooms (weirdest thing ever), but everybody looked just as clueless as she was. She gave Professor B a smile, though, and called: "Hiiii, Professor B!" See, she still had manners. Emmeline also smiled and waved at everyone she knew, but especially at Derf and Zoryn. Seeing Zoryn reminded her of something and she tried to catch the third year's eye, 'cause she'd just realized: What if it was Professor B with the mid-life crisis?! 'Cause, you know, he'd scheduled a flying lesson with no brooms.

Emmeline Sparkes took a seat next to Stasya and Haraldur waited for the second year to look up and greet him. He returned her smile, completely oblivious to the young girl’s thoughts on a mid-life crisis at the age of 66. ”Welcome miss Sparkes, hello, hello.” Ahhh, ignorance was bliss.

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Originally Posted by emjay

What really was the point of having flying class when he couldn't bring his broom? Henry really wasn't one to complain and always did his best to be optimistic, but come on. Flying was pretty much his favorite thing. What else were they going to be doing?? Having a lecture??? Please don't ruin Flying class with a lecture, Mr. B!

Or maybe they'd be helping their instructor organize his supplies. The Head Boy eyed up all the equipment all over the pitch as he joined the class. "Hey, Mr. B!" Henry greeted the man with his usual cheerful demeanor, though he might have given him a slightly wounded look because of his lack of broom. "What's going on today?" Yeah, he wanted to know what they'd be doing and also why no brooms.

Haraldur looked over at the newest addition to the group and completely ignored those hurt puppy eyes. No, he didn’t. They burned his soul. ”Good afternoon, Mr. Whittebrook!” He greeted back. ”Today you’ll broaden your miiiind.” Was that what Miss Vance told her students? Did it work? ”You’ll find out soon enough, class is about to start, my boy.” He added with a smile.

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Originally Posted by Watson

Flying.... Take two. This year was going to be a better year when it came to flying. Vi had been practicing for it and working her butt off. She was going to do this gracefully without falling over on her face... or worse actually falling off her broom from a terrible height. But she wouldn't have to worry about that today because they didn't need brooms. Today would probably be the safest lesson ever.

"Hello Mr. Baldvinsson! How are you?" grinned Vi as she greeted the Flying Professor and Groundskeeper. Her eyes wandered past the man to see the eclectic items roped off to the side.

She waved to Zoryn and Derf before, obviously, heading towards to where Tenacius was on his hoverboard. "Obstacle course perhaps?" she offered a thought to what the items were for.

Haraldur smiled at the next arriving student. ”Oh, very well, thank you miss Holden. A little too stationary perhaps but I’ll manage.” He watched her join Tenacius’ side and eyed them both carefully, as if he expected them both to zoom off across the pitch on the prefect’s hover…. Thing. ”Please, have a seat, miss Holden.” He added. To be on the safe side.

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

To say she was feeling crummy would have been the understatement of the century. The Ravenclaw felt something closer to death--if you allowed wiggle room for dramatics--and it made even the walk over to the pitch a nightmare. Of course she'd wanted to skip the class entirely, afterall, it wasn't a core lesson and there was no sense killing off herself in such a case.

But here she was...most of her anyway.

Jessa trudged over to the others, wordlessly taking a seat in the grass without any moves to grab a fur coat first. There was no need for that, not when she'd tacked on her own sweater and a warming charm before leaving the castle. When you had asthma, you didn't take the weather lightly, she'd already been well prepared to head out here.

"Hello Professor." Her voice was only just audible above the general greetings and questions of the others. Were she feeling a little less under the weather, Jessa may have had a few questions of her own but right now all her focus was on how terribly she felt and how she would make it through the lesson.

Ugh, could today be over already?

On the other side of the excitement spectrum was Jessa. Haraldur grunted to himself as she took a seat. She usually enjoyed his class. Or at least to the best of his understanding. Her greeting was quiet but his response was not. ”Hello, hello, Miss Cambridge!” He boomed, as to compensate for her sad demeanour. Cheer up, little one! This was flying class after all.

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Originally Posted by Ginevra

This certainly was a rather odd lesson in Daisy's mind. A flying lesson that contained no brooms?! Daisy made her way to the Quidditch pitch, put on one of the warm furry coats and sat down awaiting the start of the lesson.

”Good afternoon, miss Swann.” Haraldur greeted the Hufflepuff who arrived next. He watched her pick out a fur coat he gestured with his hand for her to take a seat. ”Class will begin shortly.” He smiled.

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Originally Posted by Lady of Light

Etta didn't understand why they were having a flying lesson when there were no brooms needed at all.. so, what? Were they going to have a theory class? Flying class was meant for flying, yeah? Plus, the weather wasn't helping. Mildly confused, she slowly made her way down to the grounds, wondering what the professor had in store for them.

"Hello, professor." Etta smiled cheerfully before turning to wave at her friends. She stood somewhere close to the front and waited for class to begin, trying not to visibly shiver.

Another Hufflepuff made her appearance and received a smile from the instructor. ”Hello, hello, hello miss Kramer.” He greeted her, nodding towards the pile of coats still unused. ”Help yourself, if you’re too cold, child.” He smiled. Just… Please be gentle.

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Originally Posted by LilFox06

Carter Phillips took his time, as usual, getting to where he needed to be. He enjoyed making the rounds of his old stomping grounds entirely too much. He might have insisted, in fact, that he get to audit the flying class. For reasons.

In his hand, he carried a clipboard. As he walked, he adjusted his sunglasses and zipped up his Puddlemere jacket. Maybe not the most professional attire, but it felt wrong to be on a pitch without some sort of team gear. He glanced around at all the objects on the ground and then at the students gathered around. He wondered if anyone had tripped on anything. Was that on this checklist thing? He glanced at the clipboard momentarily. Nah. It didn't look like it. Trip all you want kids, he wasn't here to grade your professor on that.

He then leaned against a side wall. Close enough, hopefully, to hear the professor, but far enough back not to, hopefully, cause too much of a distraction. He then glanced at the clipboard again. Was he allowed to use his Board position to potentially recruit? He gave the Professor a two finger wave in greeting. Hi. Yes. Hi. He was there. Act natural now.

Haraldur frowned at the man approaching the pitch. That was not one of his students.

Wait…

Was that a clipboard?

WAS. THAT. A. CLIPBOARD?!

Was today the 22nd? It was, wasn’t it? Heeeeeeeeeeeeee had written down the wrong date for the Board of Governor-person to show up.

Not this lesson. Of alllllllllllllllllllllll the lessons, they had to send someone to this particular lesson. Haraldur cleared his throat, obviously strongly disliking the situation. Where were the peanuts when he needed them? He gave the man a brisk nod and turned his attention back to the students. If only his hearing wasn’t disappearing more and more with every year that went by, he was sure he could’ve caught the sound of a quill taking notes on that infuriating clipboard.

Was it too late to change his lesson plan?

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Originally Posted by natekka

Rhea was in a foul mood.

She trudged down the path towards the Quidditch pitch, dragging her feet and sighing with every step. The fifth year had shoved her hands as far into her pockets as they'd go and was staring straight ahead. If she passed anyone as she walked, she didn't notice.

When she reached the pitch, she sat down on the grass and ignored everyone. She didn't even greet the Professor. As for the fur coats, she couldn't feel anything, so what use would she have for one? #dramatic She didn't give any thought to why they didn't require brooms today. She simply didn't care. She'd go to the lesson and do what she was required to do, but that was it.

Haraldur stood in front of the group of students, after the arrival of the man spying on him, his expression was more or less simply determined determined to keep his job. Still, he didn’t miss Rhea’s arrival. Or her sour expression. What was with the kids today? Couldn’t they at least act happy? ”Good afternoon, miss Durant.” He said, watching her take a seat on the grass. ”You’re just in time.”

All right. It was time to begin before his shoes froze to the ground. Haraldur quickly waved his wand at the large, iron gates to the pitch and they swung closed. HAH. LOCKED IN.. Ahem. Class was officially starting.

”Settle down, settle down, children. Let’s begin.” Haraldur waited for the chatter to die down. Awkwardly aware of his hands now that they didn’t hold a broomstick he stood with them clasped over his chest. Cue thumb rolling.

”Before we begin, uh, we have a visitor.” See, Mr. spy Board-member-with-a-name-he’d-forgotten? He was being nice and including. Write that on the clipboard, please and thank you. ”He’ll be observing this class.” Moving swiftly on, he began pacing in front of the group of students.

”Now, let’s get crackalackin’!” That was a new word he’d picked up the week before. ”We have covered lessons on broom control and flying both basic and advanced. But we haven’t really touched upon other methods of transportation yet.” He stopped his pacing to give the group a look. ”Magical transportation, that is.” Mentions of trains, cars and planes would result in a booored professor. ”Could you name a few? And what about brooms? Why do you think they’re so widely used here in Britain?”

Haraldur glanced at the man at the back of the class who was holding the clipboard of doom. Merlin that quill was moving fast across the paper. He turned back to the class and hastily added; ”With a show of hands. Please, children.” Let’s show the nice man that the flying instructor was in full control of the situation. Let’s not get the nice, fat, feathered man fired? Ok? OK!

An impromptu applaud or a declaration on how much they loved him would not be frowned upon by the professor but still, keep it casual, kids. Let’s act natural and everything will be fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

He hoped.

OOC: Hi, yes, hello, hi ily ok hi <3 Two questions: What other kind of transportation methods are there? Why are Hogwartians so stuck in their waaays keen on using brooms for everything? Ideas? Thoughts? DO SHARE.

We’ll be moving on in approx. 24 hours -- Wednesday 20th September 7 pm GMT + 2. Until then little doves <3

- Josie

Scarlett had to admit - she was never big on flying. Her parents had always encouraged books over anything physical, but when Clay had practically BEGGED her parents into letting him join a youth Quidditch league, it had peaked her interest. She was still not going to be trying out for the house team any time soon, but it was a bit more interesting to her now. Plus, if Clay was going to insist on getting himself killed by playing such a dangerous sport, she might as well learn as much about it as she could in order to try and keep him safe from the ground if possible.

She raised her hand. "Well, there's apparition, but it can be dangerous if you're not trained properly," she explained. Yeah, the 6th year was NOT looking forward to possibly splinching herself when she got to learn how to apparate later in the year. The very thought made her shudder. "And they probably keep up with the whole broom thing because up until a few years ago, Quidditch was always the norm around here. TONS of people played it, and it's probably the safest form of transportation for young witches and wizards," she added.

Yeah, back to that whole...SPLINCHING thing.

And the lesson was beginning. Also were there ALWAYS large iron gates to the pitch and why had she never noticed before now? Visitor? Glancing around at where Baldvinsson gestured, Skylar actually KNEW this one, because any person who followed professional quidditch, would, yes? Carter Phillips, former chaser for Puddlemere United. And wait, wasn't he also like Olivia Phillips father? She was pretty sure she'd read an article about him in a quidditch magazine once upon a time. Ooh, maybe he could autograph her beater's bat? Except he was a chaser, not a beater, so maybe just her broom? Neither item she had with her, but fortunately she knew the summoning charm.

Later though, because they were starting, or rather crackalackin? Magical transportation.

"There's magic carpets, sir." And as for why brooms? "Brooms are so widely used because they're easy to store and be discreet from muggle neighbors."