Closed A beautiful day for some light tomfoolery

The sun cast its warm rays down upon the students below, the majority of which were struggling to get their brooms off the ground. Flying was as familiar to Cass as riding a bike would be to any muggleborn student, and they had spent plenty of time on a broom during their childhood (And broken the odd broom, lost some others in trees, got one snapped in half by a very angry gardener.. perhaps they had gone through more brooms than the average child. Not by much though. definitely). All that practice looked like it was going to pay off, since most students looked like they had no idea that brooms where for any other purpose than sweeping floors. It certainly made it easy to pick out who was muggleborn and who wasn't. It was a little odd being taught the basics again, and more than a little boring.

The class was arranged in two lines facing each other, and was collectively attempting the incredibly basic task of getting their brooms to rise up into their hands. And mostly failing. Some of them needed to learn that screaming wasn't going to help, because it was definitely getting quite loud out here. Was this their first time seeing a broom? Even a five year old knew how to get them off the floor. Some of the brooms appear to be teasing their riders (or attempted riders in some cases) and were just rolling around on the floor. They sighed and looked out over the other students. Didn't they have any idea that brooms could sense your intent? The only thing some of them where intending to do was scream apparently. It really was quite loud.

Some of the students grab their brooms first or second try, and Cass is one of them. It's as simple as sticking out an arm, saying "Up" and then grabbing the thing. How do they find it that difficult? The redhead (or close enough) girl next to them got it on their second try, so they turn around and say "You fly?". They mentally select them as today's victim mentee. They got it fast enough, so they must have at least some degree of flying knowledge. Though of course, Cass could probably outfly most people here. None of them seemed to possess the same recklessness easy confidence around a broomstick.

The girl spins around to face them with a grin. They grin right back, a challenge like that isn't something that they are willing to let go easily. Besides, racing is fun (and a chance to show off, though they would never say that aloud). Cass tends to match the energy in the room when it comes to competitions, preferring team sports themself but never letting a chance to prove their skills go easily. And a race was perfect- the rules were straightforward enough, unlike quidditch which would take ages to explain. They where also loose enough for it to be fun, the perfect test of creativity as well as skill with a broom. "Oh your on" they say to her "prepare to loose". They smile enough to make sure she understands its a friendly challenge. Cant scare all the competitors away before the game starts after all.

They briefly wonder if they should give themselves a handicap. Its far from fair as it is, but they also don't want to take the fun out of it by going to easy on her. "Since you've never raced before, no spells and no contact" they say "As for the race.. better get into the air and start practising, because I'm not going easy on you". They put one leg over their broom and push off, soaring above the rest of the class. A few other students are already on their brooms, either sporting the bored expression of someone who's done this before or a nervous smile of the newly airborne. Well... most of them are smiling. One kid looks like he's about to throw up. They lean forwards ever so slightly on their broom and circle around the girl, waiting for her to come join them. "I'm Cass by the way. Cass Ito"

It was almost perfect conditions for a race. The only wind around is a gentle breeze that is currently trying to make them eat hair. They brush it out of their face with irritation, hovering near the girl as she rises off the ground. The whole no spells thing is convenient for them as well, seeing as it's still early days and they aren't exactly great at any of the spells they have learnt yet. Oh well- greatness takes time after all. And they have plenty.

"Tips? Don't fall" they throw their head back and laugh like a miniature hyena trapped in a young kids body. Its mildly disturbing to watch. "Seriously though uh.. if you sit further back you will have more room to hold the handle" they say "And the flatter you can get on your broom the faster you can go". It's only fair to help out the girl as much as they can, seeing as they have the advantage with their years of shenanigans practice.

Not the girl. Eryn- she said her name was Eryn (at least till Cass decided on a nickname. none escaped without one). She didn't mention a last name though. Oh well- Cass probably wouldn't know her family anyway if she didn't recognise her on sight. Years of trips with their father had lead to them normally being able to say they knew at least one relative of most English purebloods. She looked like a halfblood anyway, seeing as she didn't know how to fly but picked up a broom fast enough. Not that it mattered- Cass was still going to utterly destroy her in this race.

They grin at her again "There is always a need to show off". They do a barrel roll to prove it, and end up spitting out a mouthful of hair. Cool, but not exactly graceful. "And do as many laps as you need" they smiled "At least make it a challenge for me".

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NOTES: No rush, take as long as you need. Things can get busy sometimes

New girl- Eryn is definitely the competitive type. To bad its not going to help her win this race. Cass is confident this is going to be an easy victory. That doesn't mean they aren't going to make it as dramatic as possible, of course. They grin back at her "Oh don't worry- I'm sure I will be". Race-challenger-girl looks more focused now. Good for her if she plans to give Cass a challenge. Hey is that a bir- nopenopenope. Focus. Gotta beat this girl first.

The girl in question is going decently fast, though without much control. They follow her, though higher and at a slower speed. Egging her on might not be a good idea when she already looks on the verge of crashing. Then again, all ideas are good ideas if pulled off though some people might disagree. They shout down some friendly "encouragement" to her "The school ghosts move fast than that!" and cast a quick glance around to make sure none of the other students get caught in the crossfire. Eryn is definitely going to crash.

Called it- she does. Sort of. She more like bounces along the ground, more of a messed up landing than a crash. She proceeds to immediately claim she has the basics, and is ready to race. Cass laughs. Their new challenger is funny as well as delusional. They hover nearby her crash landing site on their broom. "Okay" they laugh again "How does once around the trees and over to the corner". They pause and point at the far end of the training grounds. "Sound to you? First one back here and touching the ground wins" they say.