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The doors to the Training Grounds are open for the afternoon's Flying lesson. It is a clear, breezy day and you may enjoy the invigorating fresh air after spending the morning hours in stuffy classrooms. When you enter the area of smooth lawn where the lesson is to be held, you instantly notice an unusual set up: there is a giant inflatable pool in the middle of the lawn, complete with diving boards of varying heights. The pool is reasonably deep and filled with water; dozens of ping pong balls float on the water surface.
Mr Aguilar stands near the entrance, in front of a rolling blackboard that has the word “DIVING” on it. With a Nimbus 4000 in hand and a wooden crate by his feet, he instructs all arriving students to stay away from the pool and sit on the ground. Did you remember to wear appropriate flying attire and bring your own broomstick?
OOC: Welcome to Flying!! Please read the rules and expectations before posting and keep in mind that this is NOT the first lesson that your characters have had this term. Feel free to jump in at any time. :-)
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
While it was true that THIS here mudblood did not play quidditch, mostly because she still thought brooms were for sweeping floors and detested being suspended high in the air on a poor man's vacuum, it was not true of ALL mudbloods. There definitely had to be some famous Muggleborn quidditch players! Right?!
Her blue eyes shifted to the professor curiously to see how he was going to react to THIS latest attempt to derail his lesson.... annnnnd then a lot happened at once. Bernie noticed a moment too late that the firstie Ravenclaw, Quill or something, was like THUDDING into the deflated pool, the water below them was POURING out now and rushing everywhere, Mamie was screaming and stepping on her toes, which in turn caused HER to scream and nearly lose her balance, and all in all, Bernie was now fighting to NOT fall off the ten-foot-high diving board.
SEE WHY SHE HATED HEIGHTS! It was a common sense thing!!!!
She ended up leaning into the younger Hufflepuff, wrapping her arms around her in an awkward from-behind hug as she did her best to keep them BOTH from teetering off. "We're fine! WE'RE FINE!" she yelled, half to Mamie and half to her own terrified self.
"We're going to climb down now," she decided on behalf of both of them. And then, as soon as she reached the ground, and IF it wasn't too late into the semester, Bernie was going to drop flying ONCE AND FOR ALL.
If dropping a class was still allowed. Who knew, with these hooded... idiots in charge.
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yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
With the five different Snitches doing their respective jobs, he was about to turn to Emmerson and give her a different set of instructions that did not involve diving, when he heard a crash from two students colliding in the air, followed by a pop! that could only mean ...
“ARRESTO MOMENTUM,” Aguilar bellowed, swiftly directing his wand at the giant pool. All students, including those diving on their brooms and those free falling without brooms, slowed down and came to a stop a good few feet above the ground. Except ... “Oh no, no no no, Mr Kingsley!” He ran over to the first year who had hit the ground before his slowing charm could take effect. He was alive, thank Merlin. ”Don’t worry, you’re alive, we’ll get you healed very soon. Gabi???”
Honestly, what were these hooded figures trying to KILL students for?
“Class dismissed. Homework will be posted on the notice board. Everyone, stay calm, get down here safely and dry yourselves with the hot air charm or towels here before you leave.”
OOC: Sorry for the messy post and lack of mentions, I’m feeling unwell and can’t get on my laptop. Just wanted to save the kiddos first because OMG WHAAAT.
I will leave this thread open for another 36 hours for you to catch up and leave the class. Since we are not completing the main activity, a post detailing your character’s reaction, thoughts, feelings about what’s going on will still earn you full house points. Thank you for coming to my first ever lesson!
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they don't get snitches...they get STITCHES *Atlas would never so it goes here*
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"Yeah, I'm good," he grinned at Quinn while doggy paddling a bit to retrieve his broom that he had lost his hold on thanks to the splash. To the professor he offered a bit of a sheepish smile, which was an acknowledgement that he had heard and that he would maintain the same focus he had already had. He had to have some to fall the way he had otherwise he could have seriously hurt himself!
He may have hung out in the pool for a bit longer than was really necessary before pulling himself out of it, for reasons, so he missed the quaffle passing activity but that didn't bother Atlas too much. He was present for the main event of catching snitches and for the first time in the lesson...he forgot about those people being here. He was just a kid, soaking wet one, on a broom chasing after a shinny. It was simple and straightforward so...what could possibly go wrong?
....a lot. Because of The Hoods™.
Feeling the need for speed, Atlas kicked off of his broom and veered right suddenly when SOMEONE (LOOKING AT YOU ARIES) went zipping along his flight path. It ended up working out in his favor as he saw something gleaming ahead of him. Leaning forward on his broom more, the Gryffindor took off towards the snitch (snitch #3) and felt his eyes water from the wind rushing past his face as he continued to pick up speed. His hand stretched out, he could almost feel the wings cutting the air as they flapped and the shift in the air swirling around his finger tips...just a little further and...
...distraction.
Hearing Quinn's cry diverted Atlas' attention and the snap of his head around to see what was on cause him to lean forward on his broom TOO much which then caused it to dip down and suddenly Atlas was performing another and unplanned somersault. His hand whacked the snitch and his fingers instinctively curled - would be pretty cool if he still managed to catch it but he wasn't holding his breath - and his face lunged forward as well. He could face plant into the snitch before hitting the ground at this rate and, considering his mouth was agape as he wailed in shock from his own fall, he could very well pull a Harry Potter with his own snitch catch.
...or just come up empty handed (and mouthed).
His broom struck the ground first and then himself in the dull SQUISH of a belly flop against the now dismantled pool and the puddle of water left behind.
This time...the fall smarted a bit...but not as bad as it could have been.
And then he heard the professor call class and, well, guess he hadn't caught a snitch after all. But...what had happened to the pool? And more importantly...was Quinn okay? Also Aries because that reckless flying surely had landed him in a bout of trouble too.
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Colliding mid-air on a broom. Not fun. 10/10 not at all recommended. It had HURT. Her face, namely her right cheek and eye had connected with something hard. A shoulder, or perhaps Aries head? Heck if she even knew. It might have even been an elbow. All she knew was it had hurt, a lot. Tears stung at her eyes and her vision blurred but that was the least of her troubles. And didn't even really register all that completely until after she hit the water.
Water that was one minute in the pool... and the very next moment... not. At first Dahlia couldn't figure out what had happened after splashing into the pool on her side. It took a full moment to fully comprehend that the pool was quickly losing water and there was a well known voice shouting in what was obviously pain. That was quickly followed by shouts from Aguilar and the early ending of the lesson.
However, not for the first time this lesson, Lia was yet again laying on her back on the ground. This was starting to become a fast pattern, one she wasn't enjoying nor was she proud of. Sitting up slowly, mildly dizzy as she did so, she brushed her finger tips along her cheek biting back a small painful wince. Still sat on the ground she pulled out her wand and dried herself with a poorly attempted hot air charm.
Still somewhat damp, hair that was once in two very nice french braids now very messy, and her puffy red probably starting to bruise cheek... she glanced around for the broom. And the boy she had crashed into. Aries. Was he okay?
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WHAT WAS GOING ON!!
This was not how Hogwarts was supposed to go, were they living in the 1900s? Why was this happening right now? She thought maybe she was in a dream and they had time traveled back and would see old people fighting. No, no she knew what was going on. The ghost were playing tricks on them, right? This really couldn't be real life.
Gemma watched from her broom way up in the air. She wasn't diving for snitches, because who cared about quidditch anyway? She stayed just hanging out watching the horror as it all happened. Half wondering if she could throw something from up here and hit the hooded people without them finding out.
Could a bird poop on their heads?
When things got out of control Gemma flew down and landed. She wasn't sticking around to find out what else was going on.
Quinn was out of it. The pain in his shoulder was screaming in his ears, and he wasn't much paying attention to... well, anything that was going on. He was aware that Professor Aguilar was standing over him and telling him something, but he had no clue what. He tried to sit up, but moving his arm sent shockwaves of pain through it and rewarded a pained yelp. Something was very wrong with it. Tears streaked his face, but he wasn't really aware he was crying, he just was.
Quinn managed to push himself into a sitting position with his good arm (not without some struggling and pained grunts). He sat clutching his arm and groaning in pain, wishing it would just stop hurting.
Well, Violet hadn't caught a snitch, but at least she had finally managed the dive and pull-up maneuver, sort-of. She allowed her broom to rise in the air without hurrying to attempt another pass. She was not much of a flier, was extremely unlikely to ever play Quidditch, and was suddenly very tired of it all.
She had gone on with class after the shock of seeing the robed figures attack the Muggleborn students, the uncomfortableness of watching them being forced to attempt the exercises without brooms--she hadn't wanted to, but felt it was better not to draw any more attention to the unlucky students. Maybe carrying out the instructor's instructions would pacify these thugs. Or maybe not--their actions didn't seem at all rational to Violet, and it bothered her that she couldn't figure out what these people really wanted.
Suddenly she was startled out of her reverie by the noise of two First Years she didn't know that well colliding in mid-air. Great Merlin, it looked like that boy had fallen from his broom. Had the teacher stopped him in time? Violet couldn't be sure. She glided a little bit lower to try to see what had happened; she was not really in the mood to try to catch any more snitches today.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no.
The pool had deflated, sending water and kiddos in every which direction. Claudine? She was too focused on that snitch to fully register what had happened. She was one hundred percent sure that there was going to be another crash happening, this time it would involve herself. Her eyes actually closed as she braced for major impact.
But it never came.
Instead, Aguilar’s voice did, along with the sensation of her slowing down. The fifth year cautiously opened her eyes to find herself a few feet above the ground. Relief flooded through her, and her hammering heart slowly started to end its racing. Quinn on the ground did not go unnoticed. She knew something was wrong immediately because he was crying. Though she hoped he wasn’t seriously hurt, Claudine made no effort to go over to him. Reccard was there, Aguilar was there and they would take care of him. `There was no need for her to crowd him.
Having used the Hot Air Charm earlier in the lesson, Claudine was perfectly dry. Without attracting attention to herself, she slipped away to return the broom then head back to the Castle.
Mamie clung back as Bernie caught their balance. THIS was why she had only ever been on swimming team, never diving team. You could fall! Luckily, they didn't fall. She waited a moment to calm down. It was best not to climb down from a diving board with one stung hand and too much stress.
Luckily, Aguilar dismissed them soon, so Mamie waited just a little longer (she had a great view of who was doing what from 10 feet up) before climbing down. Everyone else seemed to be mostly okay, thankfully. The two who had collided looked like they were getting back up.
Right, time to go down to the ground! She was much more careful of Bernie now, she didn't want to accidentally send her (or both of them) falling to their deaths.
She was a little worried about Quinn, but it seemed like nothing the healer couldn't handle. She drew her wand and quickly used the hot air charm to dry off her clothes. She squeezed some of the water out of her hair, then undid her braid and used another hot air charm. Oh the joys of drying hair.
Dry (enough), she put her wand back in her pocket and her hair up into a ponytail, no use trying to braid it nicely when her hand was still sort of stinging. She loitered a bit...she wanted to make sure Quinn would really be okay before she left the class area. She had plenty of time before she had anywhere to be, since class was being let out early.
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Even just a little bit of Quidditch stuff helped a little. Paying attention to throwing and catching the Quaffle, plus keeping an eye out for the snitches the professor would release, distracted Ivy enough to ignore her anger for now. At least the pool did allow the students whose brooms had been destroyed to participate, even if it wasn't the same.
There was still some lowkey chaos going on, and then the five snitches were out and about, but for a moment it felt like normal flying lesson chaos.
Ivy directed her broom down, diving for the easier-looking snitch that was just hovering above the water.
And then the hooded creeps made everything even worse with all their nonsense.
Water was pouring out of the pool, people were yelling, kids were falling - including her, startled as she was by the new turn of events.
She pulled up, not sure she was quick enough to avoid a rough landing, but suddenly her broom sloooowed...to a stop, her feet hovering a few centimetres above the ground, thanks to the quick spell from the Professor.
Merlin's beard...yeah, the anger had returned again.
But still, Ivy kept her mouth shut, focusing instead on lowering her broom the last little bit so her feet touched the ground. She dismounted her broom, still gripping it tightly in one hand. She hadn't really touched the water, outside of grabbing the ping pong ball earlier, so she didn't need to use the towels.
She almost wanted to hang around to make sure everyone else was okay, not that she could actually do anything. The Healer and Professor Aguilar would take care of them just fine, and sticking around might somehow make everything worse. So she settled for walking by the professor and saying, "Thanks for the lesson, Professor." It wasn't his fault everything had gotten derailed, and she appreciated how he had tried to keep the lesson moving and allowing everyone to participate.
But it was time to head back to the castle now, so Ivy followed a few of the other students heading in that direction.
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Ok, Ashley was healed, and Gabi was about to turn to Camilo and tell him it was quite alright - it was her job as Healer after all - when...well, it was utter chaos. No other way to describe it than that.
Aries and Dahlia had taken a hard hit and were on Gabi’s radar, but Quinn seemed to be the more pressing issue at the moment. She hurried behind Camilo and bent down to examine his arm. “It may be just fractured but I want to get you to the hospital wing to examine it better,” she told him before standing up and turning to the class.
“Anyone who crashed, fell, hit their elbow on something...to the hospital wing. NOW. That is not a request!” She snapped before giving Camilo an apologetic look.
These hooded monsters - it was all their fault!
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It was a REAL good thing no one had died AND Recard was here to patch up the ones who almost did, right? Was this what the word serendipitous meant? Bernie felt so. This was as serendipitous as this term was going to get.
She nodded to Mamie and climbed down too, VERY carefully. Bernadette did not really bother drying herself off before she headed back to the castle. She was wet, there were bits of grass on her, and honestly she'd rather just shower and run late to her next class than bother trying to fix her current mess.
She hoped the hooded crew weren't watching, but she quickly waved bye to the cute professor and hurried back to the castle. Knowing them, they'd probably cast a trip jinx at the Muggleborns just for the heck of it.
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Well. People were falling from the skies now. Did Quinn dislocate that or break it? People falling... everywhere. Ash felt a lot of rage. Stupid cult coming in here, acting superior, being monsters towards children who had done nothing to deserve any of this. They were not convincing her at all. Now she just wanted to return to the muggle world. Nobody tried to kill her there. Nobody had ever threatened to kill her. Nobody had exploded her broom. Nobody hurt her friends like this. She drifted in and out of focus. She shut down her anger and smushed it down to a deep, dak place for now. She could let it out later by going to a quiet place and breaking stuff. How healthy. Tamping down your rage to release it on inanimate objects. Ash hated this place. And it clearly hated her. I don't belong here. Why can't a squib somewhere have magic instead of me? They want it, and I don't. She focused on the healer, who had somehow healed her arm apparently. She was saying all injured people go to the hospital wing. Did that include Ash? Her arm was healed now, right? She still had bruised limbs and a broken SOuL. But none of that really mattered at this point. There was no place for feelings here. She decided to tag along, just in case she was supposed to go to the hospital wing. After all, Ash did have different standards for what was an important injury than most people did. Inside her head, she played music. That way, she could focus on the present and not explode with anger. She didn't want to die.
Sorry I fell so far behind! *attempting to catch up on everything*
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SPOILER!!: Pre-Main activity catchup here
Heath allowed his classmates’ voices to go in one ear and out the other. If he allowed himself to listen, certain voices would stand out to him and remind him of his troubles. It was only when Aguilar spoke again that he paid attention. He blinked confusedly at the mention of the D’Orazio dive and Dionysus dive. He knew a little bit about those things, thanks to his quidditch player brother, but somebody please tell him they weren’t practicing them today! Oh, thank Merlin! Normal diving was scary enough.
Once again, he mostly ignored the others’ answers to the second question, though Ashley’s answer and the younger Gryffindor’s (Atlas) after hers gave him an idea. Maybe he’d have an easier time with flying if he approached it from a scientific angle instead of an athletic one. He still wasn’t in a particularly chatty mood, but after carefully considering the question, he raised his hand and said, “You need good reaction time.”
Heath watched Aguilar’s demonstration with undivided attention, repeating the directions over and over in his mind. Grip the broom firmly, lean forward, point the handle down at an angle… An uneasy feeling settled into the pit of his stomach as he heard the next set of instructions. Well, that explains the pool… great. Knowing his flying skills (or lack thereof), it was only a matter of time before he fell into the water. Not that he cared much about getting wet; it was getting wet in front of all these people who could potentially laugh at him that he didn’t like. The kind of mood he was in now, he didn’t trust himself not to hex anyone who did laugh at him… assuming the hoods didn’t appear and do it first!
He eyed the diving boards. Which one would he try first? That was a no-brainer! He opted for the lowest diving board; the closer he was to the ground, the less likely it seemed that he’d be injured in a fall. Broom in hand, he waited his turn at the foot of the 10 ft board. When his turn came, he climbed up to the diving board and mounted his broom, gripping it tightly. He leaned forward, tilting the handle down at a 45 degree angle and pushed off into a slow, steady dive. The water came closer and closer into view until… he pulled up a moment too soon. He didn’t catch a ping pong ball, but he didn’t get wet either. That wasn’t so bad!
Feeling slightly braver now, Heath decided to try the 15 ft diving board this time. As he waited his turn, all chaos broke loose. All he could do was stare in horror as brooms exploded and students fell out of the sky… Minjae, Ashley, Mamie. It was times like this that being a healer’s son had its disadvantages, as a litany of possible medical complications ran through his mind. His classmates could’ve suffered head trauma or internal bleeding or paralysis; they could’ve died! His grip tightened on the broom as rage overwhelmed him. Believing that muggleborns shouldn’t have brooms was one thing, but endangering children’s lives because of how they were born was crossing a line!
Then another emotion joined the anger: fear. Heath had a bad feeling that it was only a matter of time before the hoods subjected halfbloods like him to the same treatment. There were plenty of qualities about himself that he was ashamed of, but until that moment, his lineage wasn’t one of them. Now… his life was in danger because his mum married the wrong man. How was that fair? He wished she’d followed her family’s wishes and married a wizard! Best case scenario: he would’ve been born a pureblood. Worst case: he never would’ve existed. Either way, he wouldn’t have to go through this!
He didn’t want to get back on the broom! If he was going to have it taken from him, he wanted to be on the ground when it happened. He briefly wished he could join the others in doing the muggle activity. Getting wet was better than getting blasted out of the sky, but he knew that voluntarily doing things the muggle way was even more dangerous. So get back on the broom he did. This time instead of a careful, deliberate dive, he just wanted to be back on the ground as soon as possible. He urged the broom on faster and faster and… too fast! He hit the water with a splash! Shaking his dripping hair out of his eyes, he climbed out of the pool. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted this class to end before anyone died!
No, Professor, he was not alright! How could anyone be while watching their classmates being blasted out of the sky and fearing for their own life? Heath did his best to hide his emotions and focus on the new activity, but with all his concentration going into his stoic act, there was nothing left for the quaffle toss. He hovered over the pool, absentmindedly watching the quaffle going back and forth. Somehow he managed to catch it when it came his way, fumbling slightly as his hands trembled, and threw it hard to the next person. A little too hard, maybe. Sorry, person! He was on edge!
Heath’s dark eyes scanned the snitches that were released into the air, studying their movements. He noticed snitch #1 just sort of hovering in place and determined that to be the safest option. Pointing his broom handle down at an angle, he began the dive. As the snitch came closer into view, an unexpected spray of water temporarily blinded him, and he instinctively pulled up. What the-?!
Blinking the water from his eyes, he saw exactly what happened. The pool was deflating, and Quinn was - Oh, dear Merlin! That cry made Heath’s blood run cold. No, don’t be dead! Don’t be dead, don’t be dead... his mind echoed over and over. He was so shocked and so worried for his younger housemate that he didn’t register Aguilar’s slowing charm until moments later when he started to point his broom downward, only to find himself hovering a few feet above the ground. He nudged his broom the rest of the way down, practically leaping off of it the moment his feet touched the ground.
All the anger and fear inside him flared once again, but the only thing he could do was stand frozen in place and watch the scene unfold around him, his hand clapped to his mouth against the shouts and sobs that threatened. It felt like an eternity until Aguilar’s voice jarred him into motion, but it couldn’t have been any longer than a few moments. Part of him wanted to stay and help, but the safest thing he could do was get out of here before his emotions got the better of him. Turning away without so much as a word to the professor, he performed a halfhearted hot air charm on himself as he left. Getting dry was the last thing on his mind right now! He could worry with that once he got back to the castle safely.
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Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...
Flying Lesson 1: Dive & Pull Up 
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