Fledging
The start of a new school year had always come with its challanges. New friends, harder lessons, and most of all, a new set of misfortunes. For Azzure, that manifested in deterioration of his eyesight. Having trouble with seeing at daytime was something Azz had lived with his whole life, but after his second year, Azzure's sight was too far gone for even the highest prescription of glasses. But if Azz had learned one thing from all that his experiences, its that if it doesn't cause a scar, its not that important –– a mentality that has gotten him far enough in this magical academia.
After all, Azzure has experienced way worse than anything Hogwarts throws at him — although sometimes it does feel like Hogwarts is actively trying to prove him wrong.
However, uncharacteristically today was going quite well. The new Biology professor released the class early so Azzure could go enjoy his favorite pass time, perching on his broom and watching people go by. The sun was shining beautifully for a september afternoon. Although Azz himself couldn't enjoy the view — his albinism making it a necessity to wear shades in the light if a perfectly good day –– but Azz could still enjoy the feeling of sun on his skin.
Surrounding him were the sounds and blurs of color that matched students having a jolly old time fighting their brooms. From the sound of it, some sort of flying class was seemingly taking place near him. But when Azzure looked around at the field below, he noticed that not all of them were taking to the sky. Someone seems to have a rather temperamental broom.
Feeling a bit bad for the guy, Azzure flew down to him. Although Azz didn't know how good of a mentor he will be considering his eyesight, Azzure hated to see someone fall behind in a class like this. Flying was always particularly embarrassing if you couldn't get the hang of a broom.
Azz swopped down near the class, not wanting it to feel like he's showing off in front of someone already having a bad day –– plus, Azzure didn't mind a little stroll on the field. When he got near, Azzure was surprised to see the guy was a Ravenclaw –– somehow everybody Azzure seems to interact with are from that house.
"Hey, if the broom doesn't want to fly into your hand, curve your hand inward." Azzure spoke, as he modeled the motion in front of the younger Ravenclaw, placing his Nimbus 1700 down on the ground and saying "Up," with his hand out stretched in a curved manner and watching as the broom flew into his hand effortlessly.
"Oh, sorry –– my name is Azzure Solace. Third year, Gryffindor." Azz added, flashing a small smile at the boy.
Thread with: @Chatt Auclair
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