Flying or trying PV Rhys Read Finished

Flying was one of the classes that came easily to Rhys. As both of their brothers were on the quidditch team, it seemed that being a decent, efficient flyer ran in their blood. They'd found their rhythm within the first five minutes after being released to fly, and so they zoomed around with ease along with most of their other peers.

Most of them. There remained one girl who, it seemed, was experiencing some difficulty in getting off the ground. Rhys paused in the air to observe her for a moment, frowning as their mother's insistent voice chimed in their head.

Your first year at Hogwarts might be a bit hard to adjust to and get through at first, but I do believe that making a friend or two would be good for you.

She had been riding on them all year to try to put themself out there and make some friends or for Christ's sake, at least an acquaintance,, as their older brother Rhun had expressed one time when they'd talked about it. It seemed that everyone in Rhys's family was trying to push them to meet people.

This girl... Rhys didn't exactly know why, but they felt inclined to help. They weren't a completely terrible person, and seeing someone struggle with something that they, personally, tended to excel at, hit a chord. They had the resources to offer help, and it didn't necessarily mean that they had to befriend this girl. They could just assist her, and maybe earn some House points for Gryffindor, if their instructor saw they were helping the girl instead of ignoring her and flying around for their own enjoyment.

Rhys willed their broom forward and down until they hovered just above the girl-- a Ravenclaw, based off of the insignia on her robes-- and landed with a soft thump on the grass next to her.

"Um, hey. Would you like some help?"

Rhys patiently listened as the other student explained her situation, nodding in certain places and giving her time to speak. From what the girl was saying, it sounded like she had fears like that of Rhylee, Rhys's younger sister. She always was saying about how their brothers should be more careful on their brooms when they played miniature rounds of quidditch in their backyard. She took after her mum, in that matter. Amélie Read was always worrying that one of her sons would inevitably get hurt from flying too recklessly, but it was needless, since Rhain and Rhun never actually seemed to fall or falter at all.

"Yeah, my mum says the same thing. She doesn't get how my brothers or I can be comfortable on a broom and fly around. She's a muggle, though, so.." Rhys watched as Anna stood there, gripping her broom, and stepped a bit closer. "Though, it might help if you tried relaxing your grip a little bit. Flying's a bit risky, yes, but it also requires you to be relaxed and in control. I like to think of it as the broom matching your energy. To me it sometimes appears that any sort of magical item seems to have a mind of its own, but if you can get yourself to feel a bit more at ease it might help with control."

Rhys watched as the Ravenclaw gave it another go, then promptly flipped completely over on her broom. Oh, god, this isn’t going well, they thought to themself, flying towards the girl.

”Hang on, I’m coming,” Rhys was thankful that the other students were all too busy doing their own thing to really care or notice the debacle below them. They flew so they were level with her, outstretching a hand. ”Grab my hand so I can turn you back over,” Rhys instructed. ”It’ll be alright, we’re close enough to the ground that if you fall you shouldn’t get hurt.. not that much anyways...”

Rhys wasn’t the best with pep talks, or being reassuring, to be honest. It was probably something they got from their father, who was never really there for Rhys to connect with, or encourage his children. And when he did show up and 'make an effort', it was always stilted and awkward... and definitely incorrect. Then there was the matter that Rhys was more used to being alone than around anyone else, so their social skills were less than average. When you have an aversion to being around people and making friends, you tend to avoid both scenarios.

Rhys watched as the Ravenclaw found her rhythm and successfully circled around them. They landed after she did, nodding as she introduced herself.

"I'm Rhys.. Rhys Read," They said, then flushed a little as the girl thanked them and declared that she was 'in great debt' to them. "Ah, don't mention it, really. It was the least I could do." They took a moment to 'fix' their hair, which had gotten ruffled from flying but remained in a perpetual state of messiness anyways, glancing around as the lesson's end neared and their other peers started landing and preparing to leave. "Well, it looks like class is about over," They observed, looking back over to Anna and giving her a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Suppose I'll be seeing you around, then." Shrugging, they refrained from adding or not, seeing as they'd just finished helping the girl, and they didn't want to come across as unfriendly. But they also didn't want to encourage her to approach them in the future.

Their mother had written them a few weeks earlier, encouraging them to 'make friends' and put themself out there, but Rhys was... abjectly against both of those ideas. But Anna seemed alright, not like someone bound to go behind their back and betray them like their brothers had, so if Rhys were to encounter her again in the future, they wouldn't be too upset about it. Besides, they couldn't just help her out once, then decide never to speak to her again.

"If you need any further help with flying," They cautiously started, then hesitated. "Well, I expect we'll be in class together for the rest of the year, so..." Rhys shrugged. "I'll be here."


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