Flying (Lesson 2: All years)

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As Tad sat outside on the cold day, he had began to think about his last lesson. His old self had definently slipped back and it wasn't something he was proud of. But in his defense, the two kids that showed up where rather annoying and he didn't think he could last thirty minutes with them, let alone an hour. But today was a brand new day. Tad was trying to become somebody better. All he could do was try better next time and he intended on it.

For the second lesson, he had written out an apology to the students who had actually showed up. Even though apologizing was a sign of weakness, he was willing to push through his pride. He had laid out brooms in rows on the ground. Flying wasn't an easy topic to teach. You either got it, or you didn't. You either liked it, or you didn't. It was a win/loose situation. But as tad really thought about it, that scrawny Gryffindor could have ended up being the best Quidditch player in the world. But tad would never know if he didn't teach.

Another thing that motivated Tad on this day, was his godson. If it wasn't for the little guy, and Lettie, tad had nothing stopping him from putting a bullet in his head. It was a secret he's kept for many years. Not even Veronika knew about his suicidal thoughts. He would like to keep it that way as well. But seeing the little guys face for the first time literally brought tears to his eyes. It made him think that maybe someday he would want that with Lettie. Not just yet. But someday.

And maybe just maybe, in another coupe of years when Ivan is going to Hogwarts, or even his own child, it could be him teaching them how to fly and become the most famous Quidditch player of all time. And that was the best motivation of all.

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Ellie pushed a stray stand of hair from her braid behind her ear, and tightened her grip on her schoolbag. Phil was beside her jesting her the whole way. This was their only class together and the only way to clearly determine which one of them excelled in flying more. By all intents and purposes, Phil should be better at flying considering it's his agility that mostly makes him exclusively a Beater. He's quick, but accurate when he's on the field. However, Ellie is by far the faster flier and she's more skilled in that aspect.

Whatever task Professor Greer has in store for them today will be the defining factor of who's the better flier. Well, technically whichever one of them receives the higher grade in the class cumulatively.

"Ready to get your bum handed to you on a pretty stick?" Phil asked with a taunting grin and his hip cocked. Ellie sneered.

"Watch what you say, Silly-Philly," she replied with a roll of her eyes, waiting with pent up excitement for the class to start.

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"Lookit my lil Sissy, thinkin' she's gonna beat big brother. Silly Ellie, you're abouta get a beating so hard you won't know what hit you." Phil huffed at his sister. Ellie rolled her eyes, but her frown was apparent. He felt a sting of guilt as he glanced at her. "Of course, I'll still love you eternally for it, but I mean y'know you're just gonna have to bow down to me, ya feel?" She rolled her eyes again and scowled at him. But he grinned nonetheless.

He loved being in the same house as Ellie, if Caelan had a spot of courage in him and he got into Gryffindor and it was the three of them... Oh it woulda been an indescribable amount of fun. He rolled his shoulders back and twisted the kinks out of his neck as they neared the Quidditch Pitch.

"Ready to get your bum handed to you on a pretty stick?" Phil asked with a taunting grin and his hip cocked. Ellie sneered.

"Watch what you say, Silly-Philly," she replied with a roll of her eyes, he merely shrugged.

"Don't gotta when I win anyway." He frowned. "That didn't make much sense did it?" He grinned sheepishly. "Anyway, I'm gonna beat you and you're gonna have a super duper large amount of chores to do when we get home."

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Lux trudged through the thick snow, making her way out of the building towards the quidditch pitch. She couldn't wait to get up in the air again. Flying was probably her favourite subject and the one she excelled in. There was nothing like feeling the cold bitter wind stinging her cheeks and stroking her hair. Balancing on her broomstick high above the earth was the one place she felt truly free.

As she neared the pitch, she spotted a small group already present and hurried her footsteps. There was no difficulty telling which house they belonged to and it was just as easy to see them chatting away. She rolled her eyes. Did people seriously have nothing better to do than talk and socialise? The only talking she did was to humiliate people and slice them to smithereens with her words. Now that was way more fun than pretending to care about them.

Sparing a nod and smile for the professor, Lux ignored the Gryffindor duo and waited rather impatiently for class to start.

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Flying. Elyah wasn't sure whether she would like to attend this class after the last encounter she had with the Professor but she decided against it. Even though they learned practically nothing in their first lesson, and the Professor seemed really stupid, because he just left them there, Elyah decided to give this a second chance, in hopes it was just one of the Professor's bad days, and everything would be completely different this time.

Hopefully.

Moving down the corridors slowly, it took the Hufflepuff witch a little while to reach the Grounds. From then, she made her way towards where the class was supposed to take place, and kinda smiled to herself as she saw more than one people there. Last time it was only her. And then Max appeared.

But this time, two other Gryffindors had taken over Max's place, for which she was really glad, and there was another student there, a girl. She recognised her from other classes, and she knew she was a Slytherin, but she didn;t have the time to catch her name. Not that she really wanted to know either.

Moving closer to them but still keeping her distance, this time Elyah simply nodded at the Professor, still unsure of him. She was going to play safe. It was the best she could do.

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Max was not overly confident in coming back to Professor Greer's class. He hadn't learnt anything from their last encounter, and he was simply itching to get on a broom. Though, Max wasn't overly sure that his coordination suited flying, but he would never tell until he tried, he supposed.

Hoping that more people would turn up this time so that the professor would have to teach, Max hurried down to the Quidditch Pitch for their lesson. As he grew closer, he saw a few more people, and he couldn't help but grin. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all?

"Hi everyone!" Max greeted the group with a grin, noticing two of the older Gryffindors he'd seen in the common room. They were twins, that much Max had worked out (for he hadn't seen Caelan, and likely would have mistaken him for Phil if he had). He gave the two of them a small wave before moving to Elyah's side. "Hey!" He greeted her happily. He still felt bad for messing up her Potion, but he really hadn't meant to, and he was going to make it up to her...

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There wasn't, in all fairness, much point in Christopher going to flying lessons. Why? Because he was a very talented individual who had been able to fly from the moment he could walk. His sporting capabilities were very profound for someone of his age, and, if he wanted to, Christopher could be playing for some very good sides in all manner of sports, Muggle and Magical alike.

Of course, Christopher wanted to focus on his education, being a Richardson meant he simply could not allow for something less than perfection in his grades. Serafina had finished with impeccable results, and Christopher was hoping to match them.

So, today Christopher had wandered down to the Quidditch Pitch, intrigued to see what the professor might throw at them. Probably nothing as difficult as Quidditch practice did, but only time would tell.

Upon entering the pitch, Christopher noted who was there, and hung back from all of them, waiting for the professor to set them off with the task for the day.

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Tad rolled his eyes at the bunch. Maybe there was hope for them. He did not know. At this time, Tad had sat his brooms out, and he said, "If you were here the last time you would've learned the basic knowledge of the broom. But since most of you weren't, you get to miss out on that part, and learn the real stuff." He wasn't sure what the "real stuff" in flying was. Maybe it was actually flying on the broom. Again. He had to have hope that the jumpy Gryffindor kid that had shown up the last lesson was going to be one of the best Quidditch players of the century.

He said, "Flying is pretty basic. You either have it..."

He glanced at them each in the eye, trying to figure out which one would end up being great.

..." Or you don't. There's no right or wrong to flying. Some say it's in your blood, That it comes from the heart. I say it's basic knowledge. Now please, use that basic knowledge and step to the left side of your brooms. Use your right hands and put it over the broom, and say up."

He knew most of them wouldn't get it right away. And the ones that did. They were the ones destined for greatness. The ones there was hope for.

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As the professor spoke, Lux listened until she decided it was too boring. Then she tuned him out and concentrated instead imagining new ways to bully the younger years. Since she became a prefect, she had to be extra cautious about what she did and said. Sure, she could threaten them into silence and they would no doubt obey her but it wasn't a risk she was willing to take. Although she tried to break and bend every rule she could, she wasn't stupid enough to do anything that would get her expelled. No. She needed Hogwarts. She needed to be more subtle. After all, if Madison could do it, she was sure she could do it too. She just needed to use her brain more.

She snapped out of her thoughts when the words "basic knowledge" registered. What? This guy was teaching them the basics of flying? Was he serious? Brain damaged? Or maybe he had a death wish. She did not come here to learn basics. Absolutely not. She was a fifth year. Here to learn something challenging. Basics was for babies.

She considered just simply walking off but that - though she would enjoy the rudeness - would get her in trouble, maybe even suspended. She rolled her eyes and let out a huff, waiting until he finished what he was saying before grabbing a broom, mounting and launching off. She had a plan and she hoped it worked. Since Professor Newbury taught her how to master the loop, she'd been practicing and had finally succeeded after multiple failures.

Positioning herself, she remembered the tips Professor Newbury had given her and the feeling of her successful tries. She settled herself, making sure her grip was tight before accelerating. Once she was fast enough, she leaned back while pulling upwards with her hand, watching the world turn upside down. She didn't care that people might think she would be showing off but she would not tolerate starting from the basics.

Finishing off the loop, Lux fought back the rush of blood to her head as she completed the loop. It was the one thing she struggled with but she'd managed to keep at bay by breathing deeply and evenly. She slowly lowered herself back to where the group was and dismounted.

Turning to the professor she raised her eyebrow. "Basic enough for you?" she questioned, giving a sarcastic tilt to her head. She knew she was pushing the boundaries of respect and expected some sort or repercussion but she just had to say that.

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Max wasn't sure on the professor's teaching style... It was harsh, in a manner Max wasn't really accustomed to, and he simply listened grimacing throughout the professor's tirade on having the ability or not.

Max wasn't sure, truth be told, if he would be any good at flying, but he was definitely going to give it a shot when they were told they could have a go. Doing as he was told, Max moved to the left hand side of one of the brooms in the middle of the cluster and stuck his right hand over it.

A grin had appeared on his features because they were actually going to be doing something in their Flying lesson. However, his attention (which was very limited at best) was caught by another student who easily mounted her broom, soar up in to the sky, and pulled out one of the most remarkable moves Max had ever seen. "WOW!" Max responded to the move eagerly, watching the older witch soar through the sky like it was nothing.

"Basic enough for you?"

Those words as the witch touched down didn't register as rude to Max, they registered as informative. That was a basic move? That's what the witch had said. "Do I get to try that, professor? How do I do that? Can you show us? What were we supposed to be doing again first, I forgot?" Max asked, his head too boggled with the possibilities to remember what he was supposed to be doing.

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