Stupid, that's what it was! Who one earth locked their office with magic and password protection?! UGH!!!!

It's like no one wanted to make things simply for the 11 year old. How in Merlin's beard was she supposed to eat that bloody hat when it was locked away in the Headmistress' office? How? Quite simple, by using another means of entrance, which brought her here.

Lex had read the rules and stuff governing the brooms and knew for a fact that no Professor in their right mind would have handed her a broom if she told them the purpose of it. This wasn't even one of those cases where she could have lied about the reason for the use because Quidditch hadn't started yet and they weren't scheduled for flying class just yet. SIGH.

Sneaking over to the broom shed she threw her hand on the door but quickly drew back when she saw just how run down the place was. This suddenly didn't seem like all that good an idea. What if the shed collapsed while she was inside and crushed her--the hat wasn't worth it!!!

Snap out of it Lex! Others have used this shed and it's still here, now we have a broom to swipe and a hat to eat!

She nodded with some new found determination, took a deep breath then threw the door open. For a moment she cringed, thinking that it would for sure crush her but when she didn't hear a crashing sound she sighed in relief and hurried inside. There were so many brooms! In the dim light she could hardly make out the differences in the brooms and well...she didn't have time to waste because being caught was not an option!

Snatching one she bolted from the shed, slamming the rickety door behind her. If it collapsed that wouldn't be her problem because she was no longer within range. Very stealthily, as stealthily as an 11 year old could be, she left the field and headed for the side of the school that had Headmistress Truebridge's office.

isabel looked around he shed it was depressing.she opened the door peeked inside .when she thought she had taken in enough she closed back the door and left

Trod. Trod. Trod.

Every step took her closer to her wand..or at least...that's what she had to tell herself in order for her to drag herself over to a broken down death trap. Obviously the Headmistress was trying to get her killed. She realized that the trophy room wouldn't do the trick and decided to invent another night of detention so she could bring her here instead. SIGH. Adults.

This time Felix chose to stay up in the common room; he actually began screeching and flailing when she mentioned where she was taking him. Such a determined devil he was too, she ended up having to leave without him.

Making her way over to the shed she found that a big SCOWL had taken residence on her face...

The lady wasn't here yet. She wanted her wand. Sinking to the floor she took a seat, back leaning against the wall and waited. This would be over soon enough anyway; she would just get her as worked up as the night before then have her kick her out again--but this time, not without her wand.

Quidditch
When
Sunday, 28 October @ 5:30pm EST through Tuesday, 30 October @ 10pm EST

Where
The Broomshed

What to Bring
Parchment, quill, ink, Quidditch Through the Ages


Special treats will be provided for those in attendance at the lesson.

Vindictus trudged down the icy pathway to the old broomshed and entered. "Blimey! It's freezing in here!" he exclaimed as he walked over to the fireplace and immediately lit a fire. As the fire roared to life, he began to place illumination enchantments about the interior of the shed so that everyone could see what they were doing and not trip over anything. "Now to see if anyone dares to brave the cold to attend this lesson," he said to himself as he took a seat next to the fire.

Taylor came down the path to the old broomshed. "Good day, Professor." She beamed at him and held out a themos of hot cocoa, "I made you some hot cocoa."

FLYING!!!

Alexa didn't care what the weather looked like; heck it could have been raining fire she'd still trudge over to the Quidditch Pitch...or as this case seemed to be, the broom shed just so she could have a chance at flying. As she made her way over she tried gripping more firmly to her coat, reminding herself the whole time that it would be worth it all in the end.

At one point she found herself questioning why they'd need a stupid textbook and some writing equipment to fly a broom but the answers she was coming up with weren't very happy ones so she decided not to think about it altogether. There was no way they were gonna waste this class reading. No. The Professor would never allow it!--Would he?!?!?

Pushing this thought to the back of her mind she entered the broom shed and found the Professor already there. "Hello Professor...getting awfully comfortable, aren't you...? I'm sorry but ...I mean...we're not gonna be in here for much longer...right?" She stared at him with big hopeful eyes, her lips setting to pout if the answer wasn't what she wanted to hear. Half the reason she liked this class was because she didn't have to learn! Don't ruin that now!!

Alex hadn't had time to try out for Quidditch this year, but he really did love it. It wasn't nearly as scary as he thought it was, and it turns out he was really good at being Keeper! Anna was super proud of him for that. He was so happy to get a chance to fly and play some Quidditch again, even if it wasn't a real match. He was ready to go!

"Hello Professor," Alex said with a smile as he greeted Vindictus. He rubbed his hands together and settled next to the fire. FINALLY a professor with some SENSE to keep them all warm!!

A flying lesson inside the broomshed? That was weird, but... certainly Vindictus had a reason, right? He hadn't completely fallen off his rocker. Regardless of what they were going to do and despite the cold, Max wanted to be there. Hopefully Emmaleigh would brave the cold, too, so he could help her further her developing flying skills.

Stepping into the broomshed, Max pulled his hat off his head and pocketed it, letting the interior warmth from the fire embrace him. "Hi, professor," the seventh year greeted through slightly chattering teeth as he moved toward the fire to continue to warm himself up from the long walk. He took a seat near his head of house, who seemed to have the same idea. The heat was perfect. "How are you doing today?"

"Thank you for the hot cocoa, Taylor," Vindictus replied as he accepted the warm drink. But before he could take a sip, a Gryffindor entered the shed and bombarded him with two nonsensical questions.

"Ah, Alexa. Are you aware that it's bad manners to question a professor in that manner?" he asked and took a sip of the hot cocoa. "Now, I could be rather mean and take points away from Gryffindor, or I could ignore the fact that you were rather rude and hope that your attitude changes during the course of the lesson. Hmm. Decisions, decisions. To take points or not to take points, that is the question."

Two more students entered the broomshed.

"Welcome, Alex and Max! Please have a seat near the fire. Sitting in the back of the shed during this type of weather isn't smart."

Theo arrived, kitted out in a heafty coat, scarf AND hat. He bustled into the broomshed with his eyebrows pressed together. Flying was kinda the last thing he wanted to do right now, so maybe a theory lesson would be good. This WOULD be a theory lesson, right? He brought his quill and stuff....

There weren't many people here, meaning, his fellow team had yet to arrive, so he let out a grumble at all the other students present so far. They weren't worth his hellos, particularly that keeper from the Ravenclaw team. Yea, we see you, mister.

"Hi, professor Vindictus." He sat near to the fire, but still kept his coat on. Hypothermia was a no-no, thank you very much.

Ella Bishop was FREEZING to death...okay not to death but still. It was FAR too cold to be going outdoors. Unfortunately for Ella, her need to attend any and all flying lessons far outweighed her need to stay warm and cozy so here she was, trudging down to the broomshed and trying not to turn into a Popsicle.

The third year stepped inside and immediately felt warmth from a fire, which made her smile. Yup, that was definitely a good sign. "Hello Professor." She said, giving the man a small smile before scanning the room. She spotted Max and BEAMED at her Hogwarts bro, giving him a small wave. The fourteen year old then headed over to sit by Theo who had a good spot by the fire. Nice thinking, Theoman. She plopped down beside him and gave him a small smile. "Hey, you don't think anyone's ever froze to death during a lesson, do you?" Just asking...

That...that didn't really answer her question...O__O

But...

"I'm sorry Professor, I didn't mean to be rude." She just wanted to know if walking all the way over here in the cold was worth it. So far she was getting the impression that it wasn't. "You can ignore me," She volunteered rather hastily when she heard him musing about. Most Professors ignored half of what she said anyway so he wouldn't have been much different and for once that would have been a good thing.

In her short time there she had already cost Gryffindor enough points. Not wanting him to have any reason to lean more on the taking points side she quickly took the first available place she could find by the fire and gave a diligent look. See? She could be good.

"Apology accepted, Alex," answered Vindictus. "Is everyone excited about today's lesson on Quidditch?" Hopefully a few more students would brave the elements for the lesson.

Taylor smiled at the professor, "Your welcome." She stepped back then glanced at Alexa. Tay thought Alexa was lucky that Professor Vindictus didnt take any points away. Taylor nodded at the professor and replied to his question to the class with, "Always am, sir." Tay motioned for her young lion friend to come with her.

"Everyone, please open your books to page 31," Vindictus instructed and he took another sip of hot cocoa.

Lex breathed a small sigh of relief when she heard that her apology had been accepted. Good. One less reason for Kurumi or Selina to kill her; Merlin knew they already had plenty!

She slumped back a bit waiting for him to address the class and when he did a wide smile spread across her face. "I am!!!" She said enthusiastically, the previous encounter already forgotten. What could she say? She wasn't one to dwell on the past when the future was finally starting to sound so pleasant. "I can't wait!" She was still under the illusion that nothing could ruin this class. Nothing.

Except that.

SIGH. -__-

Quite reluctantly she reached over and picked up her text that she had long ago thrown down next to her on the floor; it was only a book afterall. Her fingers drifted from page to page until she got to the right one. Now to wait. Sigh AGAIN.

Taylor smiled at the professor then flipped to page 31 in her text book. She glanced up at the professor then to Alexa. How the heck are we friends? Tay sighed.

Ella smiled, sitting up a little straighter and opening up her book to page 31. She eyed Professor Vindictus sipping on hot chocolate and raised her eyebrows a bit. She totally wanted hot chocolate right now. Meh.

Kennedy was sat near the fire, enjoying the warmth it radiated. He had somehow lost forgotten where he placed his gloves so he had to make it to the broomshed with cold hands. Thank Merlin he had spotted an open seat by the fireplace. There was no way he'd be sitting at the back where it was cold.

After warming up a bit the lesson began and did as instructed. He turned to page 31 and skimmed the page...

Ronnie entered the broomshed right when the professor was telling everyone to open up their books. So she wasn't too late...she had slipped and fell about five times on her way here. Merlin, she was so clmusy...

She took a seat and dug through her bag until she found her book. She pulled it out and flipped through it until she got to page 31. That was the page they were supposed to open up to, right? ...she was pretty sure...she glanced at the person's book who sat next to, and sighed with relief. So it was 31. Good, good.

She set the book down on her lap and took off her scarf and mittens, putting them in her book bag. She then went back to her book, eyeing the page.

"Today's lesson is going to focus on professional Quidditch," began Professor Vindictus. "I know that many dream of playing for a professional team and leading them to victory, but there is more to it than that. Let's begin with the League itself."

"In what year was the League established, and how many teams are there in it today?" he asked.

Of course.

Something Max was expected to know an abnormal amount about: professional Quidditch. Letting out a barely audible sigh, the seventh year's hand went up, his other holding his book open in his lap. "The League was established in 1674, professor, and... there were thirteen teams selected to join the League, the ones that were the best - all others in, erm, Britain and Ireland were requested to break apart."

Taylor bit her lip and raised her hand, "Professor the Leaque was established in the year 1674 and it has 13 teams today... if i aint mistaken." She grimaced at the thought that she might be wrong... it would be very embarassing.

Playing Professional Quidditch would just be...well it would be...amazing. And sure, Ella liked to think that she could be that good someday, but it was a big dream and she wasn't sure she wanted to get her hopes up or anything. Not yet at least.

The League...would be the British and Irish League, yeah? Or at least that's what Ella assumed Vindictus was talking about. "Professor, it as established in 1674" BEAM. Was Vindictus around back then too? Ells wouldn't have been surprised if he was. "And there are 13 teams that play, and they're the best of the best."