Daisy gently made her way onto the pitch, ensuring that her uniform was free of creases and any dirt. She had her wand in her robes' inner pocket and was carefully carrying her pewter cauldron. Soon she had made her way to the two teachers.

"Good morning, Professor Baldvinsson and Professor Noble. I hope you are both well." Daisy greeted as she found herself a bluebell flame filled mason jar and placed her cauldron on it.

So, Abra was still pretty curious about what exactly was likely to be taught in a lesson combining Flying and Potions, as different as they were. He was, as per usual, very nervous about the Potions element to all of this, and he did so wish that his favourite class was not being tAINTED by his least favourite class.

He was definitely feeling the chill, too, like a lot, so Abra could only imagine how badly that would affect his already abysmal potioneering skills. He had, at least, picked out his robes with the most effective warming charms on them today, knowing that they would be outside. Because, you know, maybe it wasn't THAT cold, but to him, it was.

Having lugged his pewter cauldron all the way down to the Quidditch pitch, and then to the hoops at one end, Abra followed the instructions and found a jar for his own use before setting his cauldron down on it and shaking out his protesting arms.

"Good morning Professor Baldvinsson, Professor Noble," he said politely, now wrapping his arms around himself and glancing up at the Quidditch hoops, still wondering what they would be doing today. Was there a potion that let you fly without a broom? Maybe they'd be making something like that.

What an interesting duo! Potions and flying? Baldvinsson and Noble? Fascinating. Lucas had made sure his uniform was crisp and correct, his tie straight, and his shirt neatly tucked in before making his way down to the pitch....for the second time today. Exercises in the mornings weren't exactly killing him, but he wished he could skip a day here and there like he used to do when he was on his own routine. He supposed it was good for him, but like...sometimes if he stayed up late doing homework, he didn't WANT to wake up early. But he did NOT want that rash on his forehead again.

So, he hadn't missed one since the first day.

Only Daisy and Abra were here, and he sent them both a smile and a nod. He didn't know either of them very well. He did wave at both professors, though, and didn't really know where to stand??? Or sit??? At...so he kind of awkwardly rocked back and forth on the heels and balls of his feet. Professor Noble said to find a jar? So he did. And he set his cauldron atop it. They would be making a potion OUTSIDE? How COOL. He supposed it was worth bringing his cauldron aaaaalllllll the way here.

Bel's two favourite professors running a class together couldn't be a bad thing right? Maybe they were going to brew quod solution or something! That would be fun! Though.... Bel wasn't super confident that she'd be able to do something like that safely, even with as good of a potions professor as Noble. Whatever they were about to learn though, she was well ready for it. Her uniform was tidy as always, and she'd started wearing her grey woolen school tights for that extra bit of warmth against the cooling air. Scarf on too, and hair tied back out of her face. She had her pewter cauldron tucked under one arm and her wand tucked into the inner pocket in her robes, and Bel strode over to the area where the class was to be held. Still a bit early too, which was always a good thing. Nice not to have to rush.

"G'day professors!" She included both of them in her eager grin and then following the given instruction, picked a bluebell flame jar, meaning to pick one at random but naturally gravitating to sit next to Abra (and giving him a big, reassuring grin despite the chill in the air), and set up her cauldron over top of the flame.

And... maybe she listened a bit to the professors' Quidditch chatter too. Interesting stuff obviously!

How did potions and Flying go together besides like cheating because that's all Théo could think about? Well, he was here with his cauldron. Do you know how much of a workout it would be if he couldn't use magic to bring it down here? Fun Fun. He was going to let the Professors just keep catching up and looked over to the board. Ah, instructions. Guess he would have to follow the rules of the class and actually got get a jar and set his cauldron up outside which was new.

And not something Théo really wanted to get used to.

He would really have liked to keep flying and potions separated like normal.

Max felt anxiety bubble in his chest as he trudged his way miserably down toward the Quidditch pitch with his potions supplies. It was probably common knowledge by now that he wasn’t a big fan of Quidditch or flying in general…….. sure, he’d been to a couple of the Hufflepuff matches last term for REASONS. But still.

Potions and Flying didn’t mix. WHY was this happening????

Under normal circumstances, the Slytherin would’ve found some excuse to not turn up but firstly, he didn’t want to step out of line with all these new rules floating about and secondly, he didn’t want to face the consequences if Noble discovered he skipped a class. So here he was.

Rather than find himself a spot at one of the bluebell flames like everyone else, Max made his way directly to the two Professors and cleared his throat.

“Uhhhhh. Sorry to interrupt Professor Baldvinsson… Professor Noble… Sirs.” He took a breath and tried his best to stand tall. Could Professors smell fear? If they could, he was probably reeking right now. “I can’t…. I mean, I don’t fly. Is there an option to take part in the Potions segment only? Potions is one of my NEWT subjects and I don’t want to miss anything y’know….. important.”

Aaaaaaaaand exhale.

Potions.... and Flying?

Potions? Gross (but a requirement due to the Head of House).

Flying? AWESOME!

How the two could possibly be in any way related was going way over the Fourth Year's head.

Anyway, it was for Aaron's great love of the sport that he bounced (in a cool, totally suave way, oh yeah!) down to the pitch. With minimal fuss, too. There were nerves, since nothing Potions-related ever worked out well for him, but other than that, here he was. His cauldron resting heavy against his hip... Luckily, he'd grown like a weed over the summer months, gaining a few inches and some additional weight, or this might've been nigh impossible.

Coming to a stop beside Captain Bel (cue the heart eyes), Aaron grinned widely at his cousin down the line. It was a goofy, gummy smile, but what of it? The smile shifted into something mildly stricken as he turned it towards the adults.... Prepare for a trainwreck.... Oh, right... After settling his cauldron down on the ground, he quickly retrieved one of the jars, begrudgingly intrigued. "Morning Professors." His Voice was strong as he addressed them. He was not nervous. THIS WAS FINE!

Flying and potions. The combination was so strange it had him actually intriqued the whole day. While holding his cauldron in his arms, Dorian walked towards the Quidditch pitch where they had done there SORE training that morning.

Was it weird that he felt pride that he had not missed a single SORE training? His condition had gone up, he was actually on time in classes and when he did have to run to a class to not be late, he wasn't out of breath.

Too bad not everyone appreciated the SORE though... Only a handful so far he had seen...

Walking behind a couple of others, Dorian followed them to one of the goal posts where the Professors stood. "Hello Professors" he greeted energetically cause he was ready for this lesson.

Grabbing a random jar with a bluebell flame in it and placed his cauldron on top of it.

This was probably the best day EVER. Or at least, the best day she could imagine having so far this term. What was not to love about a class led by both of her favorites?! Nothing. That was the correct answer. Yep indeed.

So it was with a renewed sense of happiness that Penny made her way to the pitch with all of the required equipment for Potions. It would be interesting to see how the men managed to connect the two subjects, for sure. But whatever was going to happen, PENNY LANE GOODMAN WAS TOTALLY HERE FOR IT!

Giving the men a big smile she greeted Noble first, in the manner she always did... since she knew the man was not a fan of idle chit chat or the like. "Professor," she greeted, adding a nod in as well. See. Personalized greeting for each man. Turning then to the peppy flying professor, she gave him a toothy grin before saying, "Good day, sir! I hope you're well!" And, oddly enough, she didn't even feel an ounce of anxiety today. WOOOOO!

It was interesting, a combination of Potions and Flying. It had been playing on the third-year's mind a lot. How would these two classes combine? However they did it, it was sure to be interesting, which Hanna looked forward to. She headed back down for the second time, and with all of her supplies for both classes, as well as a pristine uniform.

"Hello Professor Baldvinsson," she greeted one man, and then turned as the second man gave instructions. Hanna nodded as she said "Good morning Professor Noble." She placed the cauldron which she was carrying onto the jar, and started to unpack her things.

She had been here for five years already and things were starting to get predictable. Not gonna lie though, this is one thing she did not see coming. Potions... And flying... Together?

No offense, but what to heck?

And despite the fact that she felt like complaining about having to carry her cauldron all the way down to the pitch (not that it was any more work than going all the way down to the dungeons), she was pretty curious to see what they were doing in the lesson.

"Hi Coach B!" she smiled, the glitter around the boils spelling out TROLL on her head glistened in the sun. "Professor Noble," she gave him a more somber look because she still didn't like him. Not that much had changed over the course of a summer. Geez.

And then she found herself a jar and went to find herself next to Abra. "Potions AND flying...? Together...? Kind of weird, right?"

Cauldron in hand, Jó trudged to the Quidditch Pitch, mind on other things than how Potions and Flying could be linked together. Of course, upon the announcement of the lesson he'd briefly wondered, but now the answer was about to be reviled and he had much more important things to think about.

Like what to have for dinner, for instance.

He didn't mind potions, and he loved flying, so aside from the LESSON aspect, maybe this would be okay. "Morning," he greeted the Professors, cheeky grin on his face as he found a bluebell flame to place his cauldron onto.

What on earth did Potions and Flying have in common? Absolutely nothing. Maybe it did, but Juni couldn’t think of anything that they had in common right off of hand. So this lesson really kind of pecked her interest. She was quite a better flyer than a potioneer and she knew it.

But yes this would be an eventful lesson. Heading down the quidditch pitch with both her broom and her cauldron. Normally it was just her broom and her bat making the trek to the pitch. Making her way toward the end of the pitch where the professors were standing with the others too. ”Good morning Professor Baldvinsson, Professor Noble.” She took a jar with the bluebell flame and headed over to a spot. Placing her cauldron over the jarred flame.

Taddy didn't know what to think with Flying and Potions having a class together. Maybe they were going to get some ingredients or maybe.. maybe they would be playing a game with the cauldrons on their brooms!

Tad was a bit excited now at the idea of flying with a cauldron. "Hello Professors!" He beamed, despite having a slow morning. After taking a jar he placed the cauldron over it after finding a spot with the others to wait.

Perhaps much like anyone else wandering down to the quidditch pitch for class that morning, Ryder couldn't exactly pinpoint as to why these two subjects would be connected with one another, but he honestly didn't care. Anything that was linked with flying was completely worth his time and attention in his opinion.

...were they supposed to bring their own broom?

Setting down his bag, he glanced around at the others seeing if they brought theirs and whatnot or if he was just blind to what was going on. The announcement didn't mention anything of the sort, so... choosing a random jar, he set his cauldron on top of it and sat down next to it while waiting.

Nettie had no idea what they could possibly be doing that involved both flying AND Potions, but she was intrigued to find out. Cauldron in hand as she headed down to the pitch, she tried to think of any potion that she could possibly think of that had to do with flight...and she wasn't coming up with anything.

Could it be as simple as brewing their own handle polish? She hoped not, that was terribly boring.

"Good morning, Professors," she said with a smile before taking a spot near the front, placing her cauldron on the random jar she had selected.

... Josie already had a strange feeling she was going to regret coming to class today... Considering this was a combination of her favorite class mixed in with probably her worst... She wasn't a flyer, she belonged on the ground, same as her father. The sky was not a Livingston's friend... However the call of potions was just too exciting for the fourth year to pass up.

She gave a nod to the two professors as she grabbed one of the mason jars, "Good morning,Professor Noble..." She smiled at the potions professor, ... and Professor Baldvinsson Another small nod... Please tell her she wouldn't have to try and operate a broom while here.

She went and found a spot to sit and wait for class to begin, still shifting nervously.

It was weiiiiiiird to have Potions class outside, and doubly weird that they were doing a joint Potions and Flying lesson. One was very very active and the other was very cerebral. Chloe bounced down to the pitch, eager to see how the two worlds were going to combine, her cauldron bouncing against her thighs as she hurried.

"Good day, Professors!" She selected a mason jar and set her cauldron on top of it.

Derf was having some serious flashbacks as he made his way down to the pitch with his cauldron levitating behind him. Flashbacks to a time when he was considerably more scrawny and less capable in the ways of magic. A day in Diagon Alley where his brand new cauldron had gotten away from him and nearly crushed a certain former Gryffindor lady. He found himself missing her right now and low key wondering if she would be proud of his progress at the moment. No one was going to get almost squished - though Olivia had been perfectly capable of stopping his cauldron with her own bare hands.

Sighing wistfully, Derf finally made his way over to the crowd and kept a careful eye on his cauldron so it wouldn't knock into anyone as he moved about to gather his jar. "Morning, professors," he greeted brightly as he gave his jar a tap as though greeting the bluebell flame contained within, honestly always chipper after the morning S.O.R.E runs himself, it did a body good and stuff. The only thing about this morning routine that made him feel bad was seeing how some of his classmates suffered through them and all. Though, really, just walking them was permitted and that was low stress.

The waking up early, well, that he could understand too. Especially those who had OWLs and NEWTs and thus late night studying was very much a thing. Which had...its complications now.

But anyway...Derf was positively STOKED for this lesson. Perhaps that was also what had him in such a chipper mood. Though his brewing skills were positively rubbish, perhaps combining one of his weaker subjects with one of his best was the way to help him progress in a more positive manner? A Hufflepuff could hope. Positioning himself somewhat beside his Gryffindor and Zoryn - it was, you know, kinda a tradition that he and Abey fail fantastically together when it came to Potions - he also gave a little wave to Chloe who was standing close by. "I know, isn't it brilliant?" he practically squee'd at Zoryn's question. "I can't wait to see what they've planned. What do you reckon these bluebell flames are for? Ingredient of some sort, yeah?"

Magically conjured flame as part of a brew? So very curious.

And then he noticed Zoryn's forehead....and sighed heavily.

This was...well she didn’t know if interesting would be the right way of phrasing it but this was definitely something. Jessa.......while she wasn’t fond of flying and all the physical activity it could sometimes demand, she liked potions. The fact she had to go all the way outside after having done those awful laps outside earlier just ruined it for her a little. The Ravenclaw liked the comfort of staying inside and the atmosphere of the lab. The quidditch pitch was no lab. It didn’t have the elements that made it a lab.

Not at all in a hurry, Jessa took her time in getting to the meeting point. Her warming charm still in place, she moved to join her classmates that had already arrived. “Hello Professor Baldvinsson, Professor Noble.” She greeted, settling near Derf, Zoryn and Abra. Her spot put her not too far from Chloe too. Small comforts.

She didn’t know what it was...or did but couldn’t pinpoint things exactly. The thing was....ever since the new regime, classes gave the Ravenclaw anxiety. It wasn’t just the classes she suffered through with Fletcher and Scrimgeour, now all the classes made her feel even just a little on edge.

Noble himself was always some reason to be on edge, despite her love of the subject he taught. This term just...it was...a really weird one.

Archer was already a pretty expert flier, so she hadn't really been attending Flying lessons. But Potions was a requirement, at least until after OWLs, so she made her way down to the Quidditch Pitch carrying her cauldron, wearing a jacket over her uniform (having ditched the skirt for pants, because Flying) and wondering if they were possibly making the potion they used for Bludgers. I mean, it made sense. Why else have them come out here?

Noticing that there were no chairs or mats, she was glad the dew from this morning was gone. Wet bottom was not a good look.

She chose a jarred flame at random and placed her cauldron carefully upon it before sitting. "Hey, professors."

Benji, lugging his cauldron along, made his way onto the Quidditch pitch briskly. Didn't want to be late! Having a joint flying and potions lesson seemed a little strange to him, but he wasn't one to question adults' decisions, as has been noted many times over. He was extremely obedient and a certified good boy. Truthfully, he was curious to see how these two subjects went together. He wasn't much of a flier... or a potions student, actually... but he was going to give it his best shot today. "Good morning, professors," he greeted his instructors brightly.

He heard the instruction to find a jar and put his cauldron atop it, so he began searching for the ~perfect~ one. And suddenly he found it! He oh-so-casually walked up to the jar next to where Penny was and said, "Mind if I settle in here?" He set his cauldron down on the jar without waiting for an answer, but of course he would move and probably cry later if she wanted him to... "I figure if you're going to be helping me with potions sometime, I may as well be sitting next to you in class, oh wise Potions Mistress." He smiled at her, his already good mood turning into something like outright chipperness. What had gotten into him this morning?

What did flying and potions have in common? Madison was rather intrigued, and that was a big reason as to why she was in a rather good mood as she made her way down to the pitch. It might be early and rather chilly outside, but she was sure that they were going to have a fun lesson. When WASN'T Flying fun??? And potions... well, they were okay. It could be interesting at times.

"Morning, Professors!"

Seeing Hanna, she smiled at her friend and made her way over so that they could work beside each other. "Hey!" she said as she placed her cauldron on the jar of bluebell flames in front of her.

Above all, there was definitely confusion in Stasya’s mind when it came to how exactly Potions and Flying could be connected. Unless it was something like a potion that helped make a broom fly better, or a potion that could help them fly in general. Most of all, though, she had the conflict brought about by the lesson including one of her favorite remaining professors along with one that she still suspected didn’t trust her at all. Not that it was entirely her fault she had issue with some potions ingredients. Her protests had been fewer and far between lately anyhow, although part of that might’ve been more because she’d found other things to disagree with lately. This term had turned into more of a matter of gauging which professors were on their side and which weren’t, and since she was currently trying to figure out how she could continue sending her updates to professor Hirsch without suspicion, given the new rule that all letters were inspected before they were allowed to leave the castle. (Currently, her best idea was to address them to “Uncle Roderik” but there was still the matter of how to codify the contents)

Either way, she’d made her way to the Quidditch pitch, cauldron carefully balanced under one arm and trying to ignore the internal debate over not wanting to be back there after the daily SORE exercises. At least her strength was up, and she’d given the professors as bright a smile as she could manage as she chose one of the remaining jars and set her cauldron up as instructed. “Góðan daginn Professor Baldvinsson. Good morning Professor Noble,” she greeted them, settling into a place not far from Derf and the group near him (Abra, Bel, Zoryn, Aaron).

She wasn’t about to stop her traditional greeting to the flying professor just because there was another professor there. Not to mention all the new rules that had been put in place.