Flying Lesson - Lesson Three (All Years)

If there was one class that caught her attention the most, it was flying. Brooms and other ways of transportation fascinated her, and despite being a first year, she longed to be allowed to have hers with her. Because really, she knew how to fly, and it wasn't as if she was going to go crashing or anything.

To be fair, she was quite the dare-devil, so perhaps falling off was not out of the question. Still, Corien had her fair share of practicing back home, and was not all too shabby. Not fully able to make sharp turns or the like, she instead went very fast, in a very straight line, having to show down in order to turn back. Thus, her flying consisted of zooming in one direction, slowly making a u-turn, and zooming back.

Her mother had never truly been a fan of the method of transportation, instead sticking to Floo Networks and apparating, both of which Corien found more useful. But useful was outweighed by fun at this age, and so, bright eyes an ready to face the day, she skipped into the field.

"Hello," she greeted the man, looking around. Why was Phillip never there before her? She wrinkle her nose a little, hating being alone without her best friend there. Nevertheless, the Professor in front of her was not a bad one, and she didn't mind him at all. "What's in the box?" she asked, curious already. And when she was curious, she let nothing satisfy her but the answer she was seeking. It was, after all, nice to learn new things.

Naomi ran excitedly down to the pitch, the wind tangling her hair. Flying was one of her favorite classes, after Herbology, so she was ecstatic to have another chance to get on a broom. She slowed gradually to a halt at the edge of the group, smiling at the professor. "Hello Professor Newbury," she greeted, a bit louder than she normally spoke. She really did like Professor Newbury.

Glancing around, she didn't see anybody she really knew. Professor Newbury's sister, the Head Girl Victoria, was there, but she and Naomi hadn't really spoken much before. Besides, although Victoria was nice, her over enthusiastic manner kind of intimidated Naomi. She spotted two of her fellow first years, one of whom, Phillip, she'd met before on the shores of the Black Lake. She waved to them from a distance, combing the fingers of her other hand through her hair and staring with interest at the box the professor was sitting on. She thought it looked familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Good morning Finley," Naomi said, returning her friend's greeting before allowing the comfortable silence between the pair to return.

Quidditch! That's why the box seemed familiar. Although Naomi had yet to go to a Quidditch game, her father had described the sport to her in great detail and even drawn a few pictures. Artistry ran in the family and his sketches were surprisingly lifelike, especially after he charmed them to move. Naomi raised her hand shyly, dropping it again as she was called on. "Quidditch is the most popular sport in the Wizarding World, with teams from all over the globe. It's played on brooms with seven players and three different kinds of balls."

Naomi figured she'd only lay out the bare bones of the game and let somebody else do the talking now. She didn't want to steal all of the answers or look like a show off.