Closed A lesson in the air.

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Another morning dawned at Hogwarts, as the halls and feast tables were filled with the upbeat smiles of innocent first-years commemorating a special day for them, ofcourse it was the first flying lesson wherein everyone was eager after their 2nd History of Magic lesson to do something practical. "Hah! About time too, really, they should allow us bring our own brooms instead of making us use that dingy old janitorial equipment," scoffed a Slytherin who was stepping in between the Hufflepuff table and the rest of the room. The witch said, picking up an apple from the dining table and making her way back to her own seat.

Eyeing the Slytherin return to her table as a group of witches and wizards wearing emerald green sniggered at the apple. Oliver's timetable had shown his class would be with the Gryffindors. Gryffindor seemed like the friendliest of the houses from what Oliver had gathered in the few days at Hogwarts, ignoring his own house ofcourse, the Ravenclaws were mostly studious and serious and the Slytherins were the same but with a sour attitude and morale. The first years dispersed in a chaotic fashion from the castle's main entrance. As they marched down the worn rocky walkway and the slightly sloping hill the castle was perched upon, they soon clustered into their own groups of yellow and red and met just a few steps from the rocky pathway on a flat patch of grass as an adult which fashioning in rose pink robes with the very sub-standard equipment the Slytherin despised descended downwards from the sky.

“Welcome, students, to your first flying class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am your Professor for this subject, Miriam Stube. I personally don’t have a huge preference on if you address me as Professor or not, so feel free to call me Miriam if you want.” Several first-years broke away from their groups to follow the teacher, who was landing before a semi-circle of broomsticks laid before the 1st years. With glittering eyes and a zest for adventure, they enthusiastically surrounded the professor. A smile formed on the teacher's face as a wall of students excitedly listened in. She introduced herself and her past like an old wartime story which the students ate up, "Now enough about me, it’s time to begin the class. I would like to ask all of you to pick a broom and stand beside it. Remember, just stand by it- do not pick it up." The professor marched along the circle of brooms to the other end and cast a perplexed look as he passed through the pack that had dispersed and spread wide to let the teacher pass.

Oliver instantly received the word and went looking for an empty broom. The pupils spread like wildfire, scurrying to the nearest one and many scooping them up for a feel. When a group of Gryffindor students suddenly appeared and eagerly occupied the line of empty brooms, the broom-less student was promptly prevented from using them, and so resorted to searching for a far away broom. With each passing second, more and more brooms were being grabbed. When the Hufflepuff finally made it to the near end of the run-way, he discovered the final empty broom, sitting untouched on the ground between a blond, Gryffindor witch and a Hufflepuff wizard he could recall from the commonroom. With haste Oliver occupied the broom and looked ahead to the professor.

“Alright then- settle down everyone, settle down. You’ll want to hear what I have to say.”

Many Gryffindors found Miriam's lecture on the safety procedures for flying to be a challenge, but some Hufflepuffs started to whimper and got weak in the knees. She eventually marched back to her own school broom and lifted her hand over the shaft following a lecture that calmed down some of the students but still terrified the most vulnerable Hufflepuffs.

“With your broom to your dominant side, position an open hand above it. Next, command it into your palm by saying the word UP!.”