Just... Flying Around? Finished

Donny was buzzing! He'd actually been successful at this for once, like he'd actually had something do to for once! "Anytime! We can even start now!" he said, tossing up the cleansweep and into Ruka's arms. He looked to the other side of the field, scanning the area for a sign of another broom. He couldn't just toss the fish out of the water! He caught sight of a Comet 140, and held his finger up at Ruka, running to get the broom.

"I'm-back!" he said, panting. The sun was beating kind of hard on his neck. "So! Have you taken a flying lesson before, or is this new to you?" he asked, probably already knowing the answer. "If you haven't, well, that's what I'm here for!" he said proudly. He laid the broom down in the grass, and said repetitively, "Up!" the wooden handle slapping him in the palms several times. He smirked, and looked up at Ruka, a reassuring squint spread from his eyes. He didn't want Ruka to be afraid, if he should feel anything, he should feel safe for a safe flight. One thing his flight instructor had taught him was that confidence was key at flying!      

Ruka grinned brightly at Donny's eagerness to teach him how to fly. He was excited, buzzing at the prospect of learning something new while also gaining a new friend.
He used his quick reflexes to expertly catch the broom Donny tossed at him in his right hand, laughing happily as he watched the other boy rush off to get a second broom, probably so he could demonstrate things for him rather than just telling him the theory.

"Nope, no lessons yet," he admitted with a slight blush on his face, but he figured it was alright; Donny seemed ecstatic at the idea of teaching him, and Ruka was happy to learn with a friend instead of in a class full of people he didn't really know. "I've been dreading it a bit. I already know barely anything about this world, I wasn't really looking forward to showing everyone exactly how little I know." He chuckled and watched attentively as Donny demonstrated how to call up the broom, and he swiftly went to imitate him.
Putting the broom on the ground, Ruka stood next to it and held out his left hand, timidly saying "Up", only for nothing to happen.
He bit his lip nervously, listening to the tone of Donny's voice: It was clear and confident, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
His own broom probably didn't care much for Ruka's tod request; it needed a firm hand.
"Up!" he said again, a little more selfassured than before, and his broom lifted off the ground for a moment before dropping back down, wobbling a little bit on the grass.
Ruka hummed, clearing his throat and straightening his back to gather all the authority he had right in his chest. "Up!" he repeated, clear and firm, and this time the broom zoomed upwards and straight into his hand, his fingers closing easily around it like they did around a flaming torch during performances. This was just like practicing for a performance; it was all about confidence and a certain kind of passion.
"It listened to me!" he said excitedly, grinning from ear to ear as he proudly showed Donny the broom in his hand.
He carefully put it down and repeated the process, beaming when the broom immediately came to his hand this time. "Thank God, I'm not a complete disaster," he said, laughing. It didn't matter that he wasn't flying yet; he already felt damn proud of this small accomplishment, and more excited now than before.

Donny laughed, merrily watching Ruka's successful attempt at calling the broom. "Very good! I knew you'd get the hang of it sometime!" Donny said, a wide smile upon his face, his dimples askew with happiness. "It's all about confidence, strength!" He said, tossing the broom around in each hand, "Just be strong, and it'll get to you," Donny said, clapping Ruka hard on the shoulder. Donny got hold of the broom, and jumped on it, swirling around in circles diving, and delving through the stands. He finally landed back in view of Ruka, taking a cheeky bow as he did so. 

"Well, let's get to the even better stuff, shall we?" said Donny, a finalizing tone in his voice. "First things first," Donny started, kind of getting to happy with himself at this point. "You must learn the basics of safety in order to have the right mindset during a game!" He continued, pacing back in forth in front of Ruka dominantly, getting a little over himself. "You must always-always, make sure your broom is well groomed and attended to!" He said, stopping in front of Ruka, and pointing the evenly cut twigs of his broomstick. "If you need, you can borrow my twig clippers of you need," he said, pointing to a lump in his front pocket. "Now, do you know about fair play?" he asked, smirking bemusedly at Ruka's overwhelmed face...  

Ruka watched in awe as Donny got up on his broom and swirled easily through the stands, like it was second nature to him.
Once the other boy landed again and took a bow, Ruka laughed happily and applauded him for the great show. It did make him even more excited than before to be learning how to fly himself.
"Groom your broom," he mused, nodding along with Donny's words to show he understood before looking down at his own broom.
It was old and used and had probably been shinier and cleaner back in its day, but the twigs were all neatly clipped and the shaft withour cracks or splinters so he assumed it was fit to fly.
He looked back up at Donny and hummed thoughtfully. "It means you have to... play fair?" he asked cluelessly, laughing at himself and how little he knew about all of these things. When he'd first heard of flying brooms he had imagined that it merely meant mounting a broom and kicking off the ground to fly. However, learning this with Donny he realised that there was more to it than that; there were rules to follow. "Uhm, like, you're not supposed to push people off their broom or make them fly into a tree, that kind of stuff maybe?"

Donny nodded as Ruka answered his questions. "Correct!" he said, grinning widely. "It's all about staying safe, and  overall having a good game!" he said, twitching a little for he was anxious to get Ruka up, and on a broomstick. "Now! I think your pretty much ready with the basics! Now, we'll not have a whole Quidditch game now if you don't want to, but getting you up in the air is the most important thing to start with!" he added, standing his broom at the side of the stands carelessly. "You first have to mount your broom, and get a feel of what it's like to position yourself." he said, nodding assuredly at Ruka to mount the broom. "Now, you must be careful and stay calm so you don't just fly off like some have!" he said, cautiously trying to get every word in. He didn't want Ruka's first flying experience to be horrible. Donny took the chance to board his broom as well, just for safety precautions. 

Donny exchanged looks with Ruka, raising his eyebrows at him as if challenging Ruka. He gripped his broom, and readied himself for a ride. "Are you ready!" he asked Ruka grinning...   

Ruka felt the nerves flaring up inside him when it finally became time to actually learn how to ride a broom.
It was a strange sensation, this mix of fear and excitement that only made his adrenaline pump through his veins, making him feel a little light-headed with the urge for adventure.

Who didn't want to be able to fly, afterall?

He took a deep breath before swinging his leg over his broom the way he had watched Donny doing it, both hands firmly clasped around the shaft as he tried to find the most comfortable as well as stable position possible. He tried shuffling back and forth a bit, straightening and bending his back until he found the perfect way to ride his broom.
The longer he spent concentrating on how it felt to be on the broom, the more excited he became for actually getting into the air, so when Donny finally asked him if he was ready, he gasped out a Yes! and nodded his head, grinning excitedly.
He thought about everything Donny had told him, how he was supposed to hold himself, how he was supposed to hold the broom, and then he finally pushed himself off the ground with enough force to get a few feet into the air, but not so much that he lost control over what he was doing.

The feeling of hovering in the air was extraordinary and empowering in a way he'd never felt before, and he found himself shouting out in glee, leaning a little from side to side to test out the broom's reaction to it. It was a little slow and took some more power than he expected, but it was also a relatively old broom which surely had something to do with it.
"I'm flying!" he said loudly so Donny would hear him, a grin splitting his face as he turned a circle around his new friend, laughing as he did so. "It feels amazing, I feel so free!" He grinned, steadying his grip when he felt himself wobbling a little bit after a particularly sharp curve. "This is great, I can't believe I was scared if this!"

Donny could never be happier! He saw his friend, zooming through the air like he'd done it before. He was ready as Donny had known he'd be and that was all that mattered. Donny kicked off shortly after Ruka had made his exclamation of excitement, and spiraled up in the air like an eagle. He looked at Ruka once more and turned upside down amusingly showing off his skills. He flipped back up in the air and said, "Your flying!" He felt Ruka's happiness as he flew, above the ground with all the grass, swerving once more through the goal posts, and finally landing back in front of Ruka, pacing softly. "Wanna race?" he said and before Ruka could answer, he threw the large stone from earlier behind his back. He motioned at Ruka and dove down at high speed, his hair blowing off his forehead, and his glasses askew. 

He caught the stone before Ruka, and threw it the other way, to the far side of the pitch. He looked at Ruka, laughing slightly as they soared to the stone once more, like skilled birds almost. "Having fun!" he yelled through the thick density of the air passing them as they flew...

Ruka beamed, feeling more and more comfortable with steering his broom through the air. He grinned at his new friend and watched him zooming around the posts and through the stands, daringly trying to mimic his movements and cheering for himself whenever he managed.
"This is the best feeling in the world!" he shouted happily and came to a stop when Donny did as well, hovering in front of him. "Yeah, I wanna race!" he agreed immediately, barely even caring anymore what they were doing as long as they didn't have to come back onto the ground. He felt like he was born to soar through the sky, like all the lightfooted performances he'd done on the ground were nothing more than practice for the swift movements on his broom.
He watched, mouth agape, as Donny dove for the rock he'd dropped before he understood what the point of it had been.
He quickly steered his broom to follow Donny, getting himself ready for the next time he threw it again.
This time he was better prepared, aligning himself with the shaft of his broom to get a better speed, but he still wasn't quick enough to catch it before Donny did.
It took a few tries, but finally Ruka got the hang out of how to get the best out of his broom; Finally, he watched Donny throw the rock, eyes following the path it took, and he leaned forward, arm outstretched as he sped up towards where he could see the rock was falling, and he shouted in glee when his fingers wrapped around the hard edges of the stone. "Got it!" he said, drawing a circle around Donny, holding up the rock for him to see. "You're an awesome teacher, this is the best thing I've ever done!"

Donny blushed lightly, even though one couldn't quite see it, he was very happy with himself, and his new friend Ruka. He waved, and shouted, "Good job! Your getting the hang of this every second!" He zoomed towards Ruka, clapping him on the shoulder, and turning back around to face him. They smiled and laughed wildly at each other. Everything was going so fast! He had successfully taught someone how to fly, and the basics of Quidditch all in one day! He had just now realized that the fields were empty. He and Ruka were the only lively ones there, sharing an echoed laugh that bounced from the trees in the forbidden forest. 

"Hey! It's getting close to dawn."  he said, not quite laughing this time. He wouldn't forget this day very easily, he had had the most fun! He motioned slowly and reluctantly to go down to the grounds, but still urging Ruka to have fun on the way down; swooping, and diving for their last time of the day. "I wish you were in Hufflepuff." said Donny, kind of bemused, and tired at the same time. "I just wish I had more friends like you, that I could talk and to have fun with!" he said, almost toppling over himself with silliness. "We can definitely get together and play another time... right?" he asked Ruka, stopping to talk to him in the sunset...

  

The laughter coming from the two boys bounced around the air, making it sound at least twice as loud as it actually was. They were the only ones left swooping through the air and racing around each other, barely noticing the way the air got a bit more chilly as the sun started to sink behind the trees.
It was only when Donny pointed out that it was close to dawn, that Ruka started to realise just how much time they had spent on their brooms. He bit his lip reluctantly, not wanting this day to end just yet. He had come out here to read a bit and ended up learning how to fly and making a new friend, and now they would have to go to seperate Common Rooms and get on with school life. "Yeah," he said slowly. "Guess we should get ready to go back in."
He still made the best of the dive down, laughing and cheering as he did a loop around Donny and then one of the goal posts. He stopped a little over the ground, just hovering there, not wanting to get off the broom as he listened to Donny, nodding along solemnly. "Me too," he said with a little smile on his face, thinking how nice it would be if they were in the same House. Donny could have taught him some more Quidditch rules or they could have just joshed around until they got too tired to stay up any longer.
As much as Ruka liked Hogwarts, the fact that they were not allowed to enter each other's Common Rooms was rubbish. "I don't really have any Gryffindor friends yet so... This was really nice. I've been needing a friend for a while." He grinned and finally got his feet back on the ground, getting off his broom with a little sigh before beaming at Donny. "For sure!" he agreed brightly, nodding vehemently. "You still need to teach me how to play Quidditch, I can't wait to play a round." He grinned and shuffled around on his feet a bit, not really knowing where to go from here. "At least I feel pretty ready for my flying lesson now, all thanks to you!"