Tutoring on Flying! PV Corrine

Date : October 7th
Time: Afternoon
Interaction: @Corrine Aelina

Paul only flew several meters above the ground, three at most. He hardly reached the upper middle part of the trees in the forests around the lake. Looking down at his friend, he saw her broom didn't really listen, shaking and sometimes going in a different direction than she wanted it to go in.

First, he didn't move down. He just called: "Ya good down there?" Asked the boy, checking out how she was either feeling and doing. He guessed she needed more time to get comfortable with her broom. "You're doing good, just try to stay calm and carry on!"[/b]
Well, that was an advice worth billions, Turner, really. Have you got any other handy tips? Like, so long goes the pitcher to the well, that it comes home broken at last? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger? Oh please... Did the boy think caustically, bitterly. Strange, how both sayings could depict certain situations in their relationship.

Paul, however, wasn't burdened by that. He had no idea, actually. All he realised was, that he felt good with her. Whatever adventure might lie ahead of them, whatever silly, fun things the two of them would be up to, he knew he wished to be around her, because she was... well, the first person he met here, and the smartest, nicest, friendliest witch he knew.

Paul smiled, as he felt the wind blowing through his hair. A rush of adrenaline ran through him, making him lean to the left and turn upside down in the air. If his hair was as long as hers, she wouldn't have to go much upper to touch it or tug it. Paul clenched his legs around the handle of his broom and let go it with his hands, so that his whole torso was hanging in the air. Whoa, this is cool! Now I get it why Ellaine and Skylar enjoyed this position so much when we were flying. It's like... doing a headstand, with a way more beautiful view!

"Hey there!" He chuckled, waving at his friend, who looked really funny upside down.

"Come on, lift the handle to fly up a little more." He was further away so he had to rise his voice for her to hear.

Her final look made his heart melt. She managed to rise into a good height while he was loitering, but she still hadn't reached him.

So he took hold of his broom's handle again, swinging around to be able to fly again. Then, he descended to her level, close enough to reach to the left, to hold the handle of her broom and keep it still. He was aware that he wasn't supposed to be quite as near to her according to the rules of safe flying, but he decided he would make an exception for the aim of learning. "Dammit. Nasty brooms, these Cleansweeps." Hummed the boy. "Did you know they were quite old? I mean, they're not like... disfunctional, but still. There are way faster brooms out there. I'd love to try to fly such." Sighed the boy dreamily.

Her broom fortunately stopped shaking and Paul, therefore, let go of it. "There... now, the question is, if you want to fly any higher than this, or if you're fine with the height we're at. If the second, we can head towards the lake. Slowly, of course. If the first, we can try to fly higher together." Paul suggested the two options they had. He then shrugged, leaving the decision to her. "So, what do you want to do?"

Date : October 7th
Time: Afternoon
Interaction: @Corrine Aelina

Well, I wanted to fly above the crowns of the trees, to make the way to the lake as easy as possible, without all the zigzagging through the forests. But that won't be possible. Cor isn't ready for that yet. Perhaps later, when she gets more practise flying, but not yet. Ran through the boy's mind. But anyway, we can still have fun!

When she looked down, Paul moved his head to look into her eyes. "Hey... an advice? Don't look down, till you're not confident. That was the thing that would always make me nervous in the beginning.Took me quite a while to find out, but... here I am, not looking down when flying up, yay!" He then reached forward with a supportive, gentle smile, brushing the side of his index finger over the bottom part of her chin playfully, trying to make her lift her eyes.

"But, since I've whetted your appetite to fly higher..." Paul cracked a crooked smirk, slowly putting the handle of his broom up-ish, leaning forward to start moving. However, he only flew like one meter up, then settled the height and kept going forward. Paul chose not to ascend much higher. Cor seemed too shaken and the last thing he'd want, was to make her feel any more uncomfortable. "There... Having your cake and eating it too, is always a smart move, as my grandpa says."

He looked back at his friend, waving at her to follow. When she reached him again, he started leaning to the sides with his torso, likely to show her how to turn to a side. "Alright. Lesson one, turning." Did he start, leaning to the right. "As easy as leaning to the side that you want to turn to." After that, he turned to the left, to settle back to the straight direction he was heading before. He stopped though, turning to the right to turn around and check on her.

"Do you ski?" Asked the boy seemingly out of the topic, but it had its reason.

Date : October 7th
Time: Afternoon
Interaction: @Corrine Aelina

Paul didn't like brooms either. It, admittedly, was a matter of getting used to them, however, his first thoughts about the concept of Flying on a broom were very similar, if not the same as Corrine's. Other variables, like the fact that the broom had a seat on it, so that wizards could sit as comfortably as they'd sit on a bike, were clarified to him later in September, but still, his initial knowledge only allowed him to think Flying would be something dangerous and very uncomfortable.

It turned out not to be, fortunately.

Paul tried hard to remember the other vehicles that could be used to fly. Mr. Wheems mentioned flying carpets! Those would be really, really cool to fly. Would love to try! Perhaps, when we're on holiday in Turkey this year, 'cause they cannot be flown here, eh. What a shame... Thought the boy, stitching is eyebrows.

Paul looked around them to check if they were safe. It was still drizzling, the wind was, however, very soft, which was convenient. Good, there are not any things that could hold us back! The flight should be smooth! Thought the boy. He then grinned with his following thought, clearing his thought.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking." Spoke the boy in a deep tone of voice, pretending to be an adult man. It sounded way worse - with the mutation of teenage boys' voice happening, the pitch of his voice often raised to ungodly heights. But that didn't prevent the boy from giggling in between the sentences uttered. "We're now flying over a hilly, foresty piece of Scotland! The temperature is slightly colder, and it drizzles, but, as my grandpa says, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!" After that, he chuckled. "Anyway, there's a forest ahead, so the flight might get a little bumpy. But whatever you do, try not to get off of this rodeo bull, please. Thank you for travelling with Turner airlines and have a great flight!"

If it was his way to keep Athie's eyes up from the ground, slash a lame attempt on joking, or an attempt to distract her from anything that could possibly make her cheeks so red with a blush, only Paul himself could tell.

Soon, she reached him, and he, therefore, he sent her a joyful smile. "Yay, you're here! Good job! See? Almost a natural!" Joked the boy, giving her a playful wink.

When she told him it was nervewracking, he smacked his lips reproachfully, shaking his head. "Well, well, Athie. Where's your Ravie spirit to learn new things with joy?" Paul pulled her leg with the nonchalant smirk slash crooked smile of his.

"Just... try not to think about it, I guess?" The boy shrugged, not really knowing how to reassure her that all would be well, that she would not fall. He didn't know if she or he himself wouldn't. No one knew. I wonder if we can do a spell that could save us... hm, can't think of any, except for, perhaps, Wingardium? But that one doesn't levitate people either. Shaking his head, he tried to cast those unsettling thoughts away.

"Look, for me, flying is all about the feeling. The wind in your hair and on your cheeks, blood pumping in your ears, your heart racing. The views you get from up here." With that, he turned around, pointing to the castle on the horizon. "You can do silly things, race with your friends or try to beat the sunlight in speed. It's... fun like football. More dangerous, perhaps, but I've totally fallen for it."

"I asked about skiing because there's a thing you can do, it's similar to carving." Suggested the boy, going forward like it, to show her. Moving the handle from the left to the right in quick, steady pace, so that he kept flying straight, with little, short detours to the left and right.

With that, he paused, turning to look at Corrine with an honest gaze.

"Fine, got a proposal." Sighed the boy, figuring she wasn't as glad to be on a broom as him. "Let's just go to the shore of the lake, and then back, so that we don't have to walk all the way to the broomstick shed. And then, tomorrow afternoon, I'll be all yours. We'll do whatever you want for exchange. You can teach me something, or we can practice Transfig, or... I don't know what. How does it sound?" Did he ask, unsure if it was good or bad. It was just an idea... a step to show his gratitude for that she came to him when she looked for help with flying. She could have asked anyone, after all. There were many other, older, more experienced students, and certainly better fliers. Cor chose him though, which had to count for something, right?

Paul graced her with a wink when she reached him, however, didn't spend much time in the same place. He started flying forward again, heading towards the forest that parted the from the shore. He'd wait for her at the forest's edge.

Perhaps, he forgot about this being her idea. Or perhaps, he just really wanted to do whatever it was Cor wanted to do for an exchange. He imagined it would be something in the library, or some peaceful, quiet activity elsewhere in the castle.

Paul couldn't help but imagined what he'd do in the library, if they really went there. Well, he could practice the levitation charm on the books for the least. Down and back up, into their original place on the bookshelves. Or he could take some stuff with him to practice Tranfig. Or he could measure the room, because everyone knew it was large, but no one probably knew the exact sizes. And perhaps, he could even climb one of those cool library leathers, 'cause there was a fair chance there was one in such a huge library, right?

'I don’t really have anything specific in mind,'

"Huh, okay..."

'I just want to spend more time with you again.'

Paul was, yet again, oblivious of any romantic affection that might have come from her side. He smiled at her kindness, yes, as she was apparently leaving it up to him what they would be doing. The harder it would be for him though, to come up with an activity they'd both enjoy.

"How about insect hunting?" Paul came up with a sudden idea. "I mean, I've been meaning to get some food to lure imps in the foresty areas around the lake later. I'd really like to meet some, and enjoy the slapstick humour that Lécuyer said they have!"

Paul, come on. You should focus on what you're doing now. Which is flying. First things first, as dad says. Thought the boy, his excited face expression gradually transforming into a less vibrant one.

"But let's finish your tutoring first." An attempt on ordered behaviour? Hm, Turner might have been becoming more systematic and organized.

Corrine had reached him on the edge of the forest. "Yay... one fourth of the journey is behind us! Feeling good so far?" Asked Paul, checking out her mimics and condition in general.
After her reply, he breathed in to inform her:"Flying through a forest is hard, but also fun. Just be careful 'bout the outsticking tree branches. They're tricky. Could cut your clothes or scratch you even." He absent mindedly reached to the his arm, which experienced one of these tree branches scratching him in September, during his first flight with Ellaine and Sky. There was nothing on it now, of course, but still... it would take a while to get rid of the bad feeling which always emerged in his mind. "I'll be by your side. If I fly too fast, tell me, alright?"

Again, he waited for her answer, then leaned forward on his broom, entering the forest.