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The flying instructor without his red feathered broom was a rare sight. But still it was the sight that would meet the students on this cold February morning. Small snowflakes were slowly making their way down towards the already snow-covered ground. Of course, the pitch only had a thin layer of snow covering the grass. Although the instructor was all for winter and snow, keeping the snow off the pitch was not the quickest job.
Since he didn't have his broom, Haraldur used a large, black trunk filled with lesson supplies as a seat. He crossed his legs and looked up at the castle to spot the first arriving student.
Come one, come all.
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Maisie headed down to the pitch. She was wearing a heavy coat and blue gloves. Her House scarf was tied around her neck. "Hello, Professor," She said, holding her wand. Maisie wished she knew a heating spell. She stood in front of the Professor,
trying to find a warmer spot of ground. She didn't want to get her feet wet.
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Patrick walked down toward the pitch wondering what it was they would be doing in class today considering that Professor Baldvinsson had done such a strange class earlier in the year. He wondered if they would be flying today, but as he approached he noticed that Professor Baldvinsson didn't have his broom with him.
His feet crunched what little snow had collected on the ground as he began to walk closer toward the professor and another girl standing close by. "Morning Professor," He stood off to the side to where he could still see the other students approaching as to not miss who was coming by, just in case they needed partners for something.
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Why did they even have flying lessons in the winter? Sure it was fun, but it was freezing. Even beneath his layers Olly found himself shivering as he made his way down to the quidditch pitch. He didn't necessarily mind the cold yet, but standing out there for long was not going to be particularly enjoyable. Maybe they would do some moving around during the lesson to help warm them up. He sure hoped so. Or he might do some charms to help with the heat.
"Hello professor," he greeted when he reached the pitch. It looked like he was early, which was unusual for him. He smiled at the small ones already gathered and waited for more students to arrive and for the class to start.
It was bitter out, and despite her usual resilience to the cold, Sam found herself casting a heating charm on the way out to the pitch. Nothing too intense, since she was sure any activity Baldvinsson had planned would soon warm her up from the inside. She'd be sorely disappointed if they weren't going to be doing something practical - flying lessons had become quite the lovely brain break from her NEWTs classes. That wasn't to say she didn't concentrate; it was just different, and in a good way.
"Hi Professor!" Sam greeted with a grin as she joined the group already forming on the pitch. "How many inches d'ya reckon by the end of class?" Of snow, that was. He certainly could be depended on to hold a lesson regardless of the weather. And then she gave another smile to the young Ravenclaw too. "You warm enough, Maisie?" She could cast a warming spell otherwise.
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Kirk arrived at the Pitch, seemingly on time with the few present. It was pretty cold out, as expected in February. He was dressed appropriately for the weather, though the bundles he imagine would cause drag in flight. But he wasn't worrying about that, he had just gotten over a cold not too long ago. "Good day, Professor." Kirk noticed the trunk in place of the usual broom. He pushed the thought aside as he joined whilst acknowledging the others.
It was cool to see familiar faces, excuse the unintentional pun.
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It really was a good thing that she’d been working on her heating charms, because Stasya knew better than to wear too many layers when she was going to Flying class. Even if there hadn’t been the disaster that still was her dorm room. She’d worn just enough to stay warm, with an extra layer of heating charms as backup as she’d made her way through the snow to the pitch for the lesson. Besides, it was way easier making her way through the snow without ten million layers, as learned from her many trips to the barns, and it was a relatively cheerful thirteen year old who had stepped into the pitch.
Only to be hit with the curiosity over why Mr. Baldvinsson wasn’t on his broom like he usually was. But, she stuck with her usual greeting, however unusual it was to the other students. “Góðan daginn prófessor Baldvinsson!” Yay for practicing Icelandic, even though she didn’t know when her grandparents might visit so she could really practice more. Or if they already had and she’d missed it because she was at school. She figured they’d want to see her baby brother. Maybe. She didn’t really know what they thought about things. Things she still hadn’t really gotten over, and had been coming back more lately.
Besides, nobody else was there yet that she really knew. So she just went back to trying to figure out why the groundskeeper didn’t have his broom. She didn’t think they could have a Flying lesson without brooms, unless they were using carpets again.
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Like Skylar would miss a flying class?! Honestly, it could be freezing rain and the fifteen year old would STILL find a way to make it to the pitch. Not to mention it was a mindless break from her OWL studies.
However, what she did not expect was to see the older professor hovering on a large black trunk instead of his broom. He hadn't said anything about no brooms this lesson, which is why she had hers safely in hand. "Professor Baldvinsson, good morning," she smiled brightly.
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Merlin, this walk always seemed longer in the winter months. Jessa trudged across the pitch, the crisp air there to greet her every step of the way. It was funny how when she'd left the castle, she didn't think it terribly cold and therefore didn't think she would be needing a warming charm. Now, walking up to the Professor and her classmates, winded and flushed at the cheeks, the Ravenclaw rethought the idea and set to making it right.
With it becoming a necessity in the last few months, the young girl had thankfully gotten the hang of it non-verbally.....because she'd meant it when she said she wouldn't cast until she could do it non-verbally and had already had to compromise the stance on more than one occasion.
Warming though, that she'd gotten down pat. All the failures and cold walks had steeled her resolve.
Truth be told, once she'd gotten the first two or three spells down non-verbally, the wall didn't seem so tall anymore. It wasn't to say she could now do it all effortlessly, but it was becoming easier to grasp them. "Hello Professor." She greeted, coming to a stop just behind the others. No broom today?
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Maisie headed down to the pitch. She was wearing a heavy coat and blue gloves. Her House scarf was tied around her neck. "Hello, Professor," She said, holding her wand. Maisie wished she knew a heating spell. She stood in front of the Professor,
trying to find a warmer spot of ground. She didn't want to get her feet wet.
AH, the first student to join him was one with a very blue, very Ravenclaw scarf. The instructor smiled when she walked out on the pitch and approached him. "Good morning, miss Dimple." Very unaware of her being cold he just sat smiling at her. "Welcome to class."
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Patrick walked down toward the pitch wondering what it was they would be doing in class today considering that Professor Baldvinsson had done such a strange class earlier in the year. He wondered if they would be flying today, but as he approached he noticed that Professor Baldvinsson didn't have his broom with him.
His feet crunched what little snow had collected on the ground as he began to walk closer toward the professor and another girl standing close by. "Morning Professor," He stood off to the side to where he could still see the other students approaching as to not miss who was coming by, just in case they needed partners for something.
They were soon joined by another first year. "Good morning to you, mr Dooley. How's your day so far?" Since it was eearly, it could only start off as great with flying being the first class of the day, yes? YES.
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Why did they even have flying lessons in the winter? Sure it was fun, but it was freezing. Even beneath his layers Olly found himself shivering as he made his way down to the quidditch pitch. He didn't necessarily mind the cold yet, but standing out there for long was not going to be particularly enjoyable. Maybe they would do some moving around during the lesson to help warm them up. He sure hoped so. Or he might do some charms to help with the heat.
"Hello professor," he greeted when he reached the pitch. It looked like he was early, which was unusual for him. He smiled at the small ones already gathered and waited for more students to arrive and for the class to start.
In contrast to Maisie and Patrick, the next one to join them was an older student. And a prefect nonetheless. "Mr. Borzekowski-Thomas, welcome to class, welcome." Haraldur smiled, wrapping his big fur coat closer around him.
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Originally Posted by hermygirl
It was bitter out, and despite her usual resilience to the cold, Sam found herself casting a heating charm on the way out to the pitch. Nothing too intense, since she was sure any activity Baldvinsson had planned would soon warm her up from the inside. She'd be sorely disappointed if they weren't going to be doing something practical - flying lessons had become quite the lovely brain break from her NEWTs classes. That wasn't to say she didn't concentrate; it was just different, and in a good way.
"Hi Professor!" Sam greeted with a grin as she joined the group already forming on the pitch. "How many inches d'ya reckon by the end of class?" Of snow, that was. He certainly could be depended on to hold a lesson regardless of the weather. And then she gave another smile to the young Ravenclaw too. "You warm enough, Maisie?" She could cast a warming spell otherwise.
Haraldur looked over Oliver's shoulder at Sam approaching and matched her smile with one of his own. "Good morning, miss Tyler." He gave her a little wave with his glove and glanced up at the sky. "I don't know..." He answered, looking at the snow slowly covering his fur cled shoulders. "But I'll have the pitch clean from every inch of snow after the lesson." Only to have it covered again in the afternoon. Bitter? Nah, only a tad to be honest.
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Kirk arrived at the Pitch, seemingly on time with the few present. It was pretty cold out, as expected in February. He was dressed appropriately for the weather, though the bundles he imagine would cause drag in flight. But he wasn't worrying about that, he had just gotten over a cold not too long ago. "Good day, Professor." Kirk noticed the trunk in place of the usual broom. He pushed the thought aside as he joined whilst acknowledging the others.
It was cool to see familiar faces, excuse the unintentional pun.
After inspecting the snow gathering around him, his attention was re-focused and mood lightened at the arrival of another student. "Good morning, mr. Forsfelle, good morning. Great day for flying, yes?" Haraldur mused, wiggling his toes inside his boots to keep them warm.
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It really was a good thing that she’d been working on her heating charms, because Stasya knew better than to wear too many layers when she was going to Flying class. Even if there hadn’t been the disaster that still was her dorm room. She’d worn just enough to stay warm, with an extra layer of heating charms as backup as she’d made her way through the snow to the pitch for the lesson. Besides, it was way easier making her way through the snow without ten million layers, as learned from her many trips to the barns, and it was a relatively cheerful thirteen year old who had stepped into the pitch.
Only to be hit with the curiosity over why Mr. Baldvinsson wasn’t on his broom like he usually was. But, she stuck with her usual greeting, however unusual it was to the other students. “Góðan daginn prófessor Baldvinsson!” Yay for practicing Icelandic, even though she didn’t know when her grandparents might visit so she could really practice more. Or if they already had and she’d missed it because she was at school. She figured they’d want to see her baby brother. Maybe. She didn’t really know what they thought about things. Things she still hadn’t really gotten over, and had been coming back more lately.
Besides, nobody else was there yet that she really knew. So she just went back to trying to figure out why the groundskeeper didn’t have his broom. She didn’t think they could have a Flying lesson without brooms, unless they were using carpets again.
Yasssssssssssssss. Haraldur beamed when he heard a chipper voice speak Icelandic. Now, THAT'S the spirit! "Miss Dalgaard-Volkova!" He exclaimed, clapping his gloved hands together. Because excitement. "Góðan daginn, góðan daginn!" He replied, nodding his head several times in encouragement.
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Like Skylar would miss a flying class?! Honestly, it could be freezing rain and the fifteen year old would STILL find a way to make it to the pitch. Not to mention it was a mindless break from her OWL studies.
However, what she did not expect was to see the older professor hovering on a large black trunk instead of his broom. He hadn't said anything about no brooms this lesson, which is why she had hers safely in hand. "Professor Baldvinsson, good morning," she smiled brightly.
Haraldur's excitement from Stasya speaking Icelandic spilled over into his greeting of the next student. Which happened to be one of the most skilled flyers. "Good morning, miss Diggory! Ready for some flying today, I hope?" Ready or not, she would be doing some flying.
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Merlin, this walk always seemed longer in the winter months. Jessa trudged across the pitch, the crisp air there to greet her every step of the way. It was funny how when she'd left the castle, she didn't think it terribly cold and therefore didn't think she would be needing a warming charm. Now, walking up to the Professor and her classmates, winded and flushed at the cheeks, the Ravenclaw rethought the idea and set to making it right.
With it becoming a necessity in the last few months, the young girl had thankfully gotten the hang of it non-verbally.....because she'd meant it when she said she wouldn't cast until she could do it non-verbally and had already had to compromise the stance on more than one occasion.
Warming though, that she'd gotten down pat. All the failures and cold walks had steeled her resolve.
Truth be told, once she'd gotten the first two or three spells down non-verbally, the wall didn't seem so tall anymore. It wasn't to say she could now do it all effortlessly, but it was becoming easier to grasp them. "Hello Professor." She greeted, coming to a stop just behind the others. No broom today?
"Miss Cambridge, good morning, good morning." He greeted the young Ravenclaw with a smile. "Welcome to class, you're just in time."
Haraldur crossed his legs where he was sitting and took a final glance up towards the castle. The happenings around the castle unsettled him and he was m o o d y. Plus, he was forced to use a school broom since his own was… Well, not with him anymore.
”All right, let’s get started, kids.” Haraldur announced, waiting a few seconds for the chatter to settle. ”I know it’s cold, we’ll get to flying a few moments.” He tried to make himself comfortable on the very solid trunk, so unlike his own broom, as he could and let his eyes scan the group in front of him.
”Last year, as you all recall,” Well, everyone except the first years. We still see you though, firsties. We see you. ”We had our friends from Ilvermorny here for the International Magical Pupil Standoff and we’re going to focus a little bit on North America today. Can anyone tell me which wizarding game our American friends enjoy?” They probably enjoyed a lot of games to be fair but it was one in particular the instructor had in mind. ”Does anyone know how it came to be?” He gestured for them to shoot their hands up in the air. ”OR has anyone played it?” Story time please.
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Professor B. looked kind of...off without his broom and stuff. Like he was out of place or something. The sight had made Emmeline kind of sad; it was like seeing Professor Wayland without his creatures or Professor Vance without her crystal balls and divination stuff. That and all the shivering she was doing even under her cloak had thrown the twelve-year-old for a loop to the extent that she hadn't really even said hi to anyone. She'd sort of just quietly joined the back of the class.
Emmeline had already been outside for a looong time this morning before lessons started 'cause Sirius had been SUPER awake and rowdy and stuff today. Sooo she'd been in the snow for loads longer than usual, mhm. Still, she tried hard to think of what sport Professor B. was talking about, straining her memory to overheard conversations between Ilvermorny students last year. She was just about to give up when it came to her; the second year raised her hand excitedly and blurted, "Is it Quidpot Professor?" That was the name of their broom sport, right??
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Patrick knew this game very well. His brothers had all played when they were at Ilvermorny. Patrick raised his hand, "Are we talking about Quodpot? I can never say it," Patrick stated shaking his head at the silly word. "My brothers both played when they were at Ilvermorny. My oldest brother one time had the Quod explode in his face. Mama wasn't too happy when he wrote home to her about it." Patrick chuckled thinking of his mothers angered expression.
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Ready for flying? Uh, did he even have to ask? Skylar just grinned at the older professor, because duh, of course she was ready. And it seemed they were talking about the North American equivalent to Quidditch today, something which she knew all about, thanks to Brent. And her American family.
"Quodpot, as Patrick and Emmeline said," Skylar reiterated, although Emmeline had mispronounced it slightly, but it was close enough. "It came to be when this wizard, Abraham Peasegood was visiting the United States from England and his wand came into contact with a quaffle in his trunk." So apparently it was true, you really did have to be vigilant where you stowed your wand; history was evidence to that.
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"Merlin I hope not." The words slipped out before she could even think about it but suffice to say after a year of Professors altering her education to suit the Americans and pushing back things that were on their actual syllabus, Jessa didn't wanna learn anything else from their culture.
One her own, she was at least a year ahead of where she needed to be, but it didn't annoy her any less when they deviated from the things they were required to learn under their own system. She'd have preferred the man teach them some more about quidditch--not everyone was a superstar quidditch player who'd be blazing through the lesson, there were still some of them that were very willing to learn and develop the skill. Or maybe they could focus on another aspect of transportation, since they'd done flying carpets this term already but just not another piece of American culture.
It wasn't to say she didn't like them but rather that the young girl had become overwhelmed. Last term, their lessons had become over-saturated despite their American counterparts having their lessons separately.
To hear that this might be continuing was enough to send her stomach churning in uncomfortable knots.
For now, she would remain quiet and hope that every single one of them that had guessed so far would be wrong.
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So.. they were going to be playing Quodpot today? Etta listened as her classmates responded, wishing they’d just get to the flying part already. But.. since they were having a discussion, the prefect tried to remember what she’d read or heard about the American sport. UM. Finally, the girl raised a hand to volunteer some information.
“I haven’t played it Professor.. but I have heard about it, though. Isn’t it played between two teams? And there are eleven players in each team.” Yeah, she knew THAT much but the Hufflepuff didn’t know anything about its history.
Maisie’s eyes widened. “Ilvermorny came here last year?” She wished she had been at Hogwarts last year. Maisie had never been to America but it fascinated her. Do they play Quidditch, or something different? She wondered. Maisie didn’t have an answer to the Professor’s question, so she just listened to her peers instead.
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Ilvermorny.
While Derf's little schoolboy heart had now fully accepted that it had just been a misguided crush - because she had not ACTUALLY been a Veela - his cheeks still couldn't help but redden slightly at the mention of the school. And the sport played there. Because it aaaaaaaaaall overlapped.
"Valerie Gray played that," he said dreamily.
WHY couldn't they have done this LAST term then? WITH the North American school? Like...a joint both school flying lesson? THAT would have been NEAT! Now...he was just longing for the friends he had made and that were no longer here.
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Every inch? Then he was reckoning on multiple inches of snow by the end of class. Well, that sounded like fun, albeit, chilly flying. And a good opportunity to make some snow angels before he cleared it after class. But first, she needed to pay attention to today's topic...quodpot, apparently.
"And didn't it then explode?" Sam added to Skylar's answer, since the Slytherin's answer didn't really explain how quodpot came to be...only an unfortunate accident. "Which they found a whole load of fun and wanted to reproduce."
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Professor B. looked kind of...off without his broom and stuff. Like he was out of place or something. The sight had made Emmeline kind of sad; it was like seeing Professor Wayland without his creatures or Professor Vance without her crystal balls and divination stuff. That and all the shivering she was doing even under her cloak had thrown the twelve-year-old for a loop to the extent that she hadn't really even said hi to anyone. She'd sort of just quietly joined the back of the class.
Emmeline had already been outside for a looong time this morning before lessons started 'cause Sirius had been SUPER awake and rowdy and stuff today. Sooo she'd been in the snow for loads longer than usual, mhm. Still, she tried hard to think of what sport Professor B. was talking about, straining her memory to overheard conversations between Ilvermorny students last year. She was just about to give up when it came to her; the second year raised her hand excitedly and blurted, "Is it Quidpot Professor?" That was the name of their broom sport, right??
Haraldur smiled at the young Gryffindor. "Quodpot." He nodded her way. "That's correct miss Sparkes, very good."
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Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson
Patrick knew this game very well. His brothers had all played when they were at Ilvermorny. Patrick raised his hand, "Are we talking about Quodpot? I can never say it," Patrick stated shaking his head at the silly word. "My brothers both played when they were at Ilvermorny. My oldest brother one time had the Quod explode in his face. Mama wasn't too happy when he wrote home to her about it." Patrick chuckled thinking of his mothers angered expression.
Haraldur raised one eyebrow and chuckled. "Well, if you're playing a game of Quodpot, that is bound to happen, mr Dooley." He said, amused. "And yes, that is the sport I was referring to."
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Ready for flying? Uh, did he even have to ask? Skylar just grinned at the older professor, because duh, of course she was ready. And it seemed they were talking about the North American equivalent to Quidditch today, something which she knew all about, thanks to Brent. And her American family.
"Quodpot, as Patrick and Emmeline said," Skylar reiterated, although Emmeline had mispronounced it slightly, but it was close enough. "It came to be when this wizard, Abraham Peasegood was visiting the United States from England and his wand came into contact with a quaffle in his trunk." So apparently it was true, you really did have to be vigilant where you stowed your wand; history was evidence to that.
Haraldur nodded, waving with his boots a little to get the excess snow off them. "Very true, miss Diggory." He looked over at her when she finished. "A fortunate accident caused Quodpot to be invented."
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
"Merlin I hope not." The words slipped out before she could even think about it but suffice to say after a year of Professors altering her education to suit the Americans and pushing back things that were on their actual syllabus, Jessa didn't wanna learn anything else from their culture.
One her own, she was at least a year ahead of where she needed to be, but it didn't annoy her any less when they deviated from the things they were required to learn under their own system. She'd have preferred the man teach them some more about quidditch--not everyone was a superstar quidditch player who'd be blazing through the lesson, there were still some of them that were very willing to learn and develop the skill. Or maybe they could focus on another aspect of transportation, since they'd done flying carpets this term already but just not another piece of American culture.
It wasn't to say she didn't like them but rather that the young girl had become overwhelmed. Last term, their lessons had become over-saturated despite their American counterparts having their lessons separately.
To hear that this might be continuing was enough to send her stomach churning in uncomfortable knots.
For now, she would remain quiet and hope that every single one of them that had guessed so far would be wrong.
Haraldur, unaware of the Ravenclaw's sour mood, simply sat wiggling his toes to keep the blood flowing and glanced over at a raised hand.
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So.. they were going to be playing Quodpot today? Etta listened as her classmates responded, wishing they’d just get to the flying part already. But.. since they were having a discussion, the prefect tried to remember what she’d read or heard about the American sport. UM. Finally, the girl raised a hand to volunteer some information.
“I haven’t played it Professor.. but I have heard about it, though. Isn’t it played between two teams? And there are eleven players in each team.” Yeah, she knew THAT much but the Hufflepuff didn’t know anything about its history.
Haraldur nodded. "It is a team sport, that's true miss Kramer." He said, shifting his weight where he was sitting on the trunk."It's very much relying on team effort."
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Maisie’s eyes widened. “Ilvermorny came here last year?” She wished she had been at Hogwarts last year. Maisie had never been to America but it fascinated her. Do they play Quidditch, or something different? She wondered. Maisie didn’t have an answer to the Professor’s question, so she just listened to her peers instead.
Haraldur looked over at one of the new addition to the class that year and gave her smile. "They did indeed, miss Dimple. Why don't you ask one of your older class mates after class if they can tell you about the IMPS challenge." But for now, Quodpot was the topic they would be focusing on.
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Ilvermorny.
While Derf's little schoolboy heart had now fully accepted that it had just been a misguided crush - because she had not ACTUALLY been a Veela - his cheeks still couldn't help but redden slightly at the mention of the school. And the sport played there. Because it aaaaaaaaaall overlapped.
"Valerie Gray played that," he said dreamily.
WHY couldn't they have done this LAST term then? WITH the North American school? Like...a joint both school flying lesson? THAT would have been NEAT! Now...he was just longing for the friends he had made and that were no longer here.
"That's... Very possible, my boy." Haraldur watched Derf's expression as he mentioned the former competitor. "After today, if they come to visit again, you can play it with her." And 19 other people but still.
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Every inch? Then he was reckoning on multiple inches of snow by the end of class. Well, that sounded like fun, albeit, chilly flying. And a good opportunity to make some snow angels before he cleared it after class. But first, she needed to pay attention to today's topic...quodpot, apparently.
"And didn't it then explode?" Sam added to Skylar's answer, since the Slytherin's answer didn't really explain how quodpot came to be...only an unfortunate accident. "Which they found a whole load of fun and wanted to reproduce."
"Exactly miss Tyler. The very heart of Quodpot. The exploding quaffle." Haraldur clapped his hands once in honor of that answer before he stood up and brushed the snow off his coat. It was time to move on.
”Very good everyone.” Haraldur stood and brushed snow off his coat before he continued. ”Quodpot was invented by Abraham Peasegood after a quaffle exploded in his trunk and today the sport is the most popular one in North America. It's about time we learn it.”
The instructor clasped his hands together behind his back as he stood in front of the group. ”But before we do that, we need to divide us up in two teams. To differentiate who’s on which team, we have…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of orange and purple ribbons. Courtesy of the house elves. He waved them in front of the class happily. ”Choose either purple or orange and take two ribbons of whichever color you choose. Tie one of the ribbons by the handle of your broom and the other around the tail of it. That way your classmates will know who’s who.”
So they can send an exploding quaffle their way. Heh.
"Those of you who did not bring a broom, please grab one of the school brooms provided as usual and we can get started.”
OOC: Yes so, pick a team. Team Purple or Team Orange. Take two ribbons from Haraldur and tie them around the handle and tail of the broom. Easy peasy lemon something.
Try to keep the teams sort of equal. But you got that. Yeee you got it.
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Henry had heard about Mr. B's broom and he was very upset thinking about it. He couldn't imagine something terrible happening to his own treasured broom and he could definitely sympathize. In fact, he had taken protective measures ever since the first of the dorms had been broken into. But he was glad that didn't mean they wouldn't be flying in class today.
He wondered if they'd be playing Quodpot though. It seemed like they might be, considering the line of questions. It certainly was no Quidditch, but he did like games, especially if they were played on a broom, so he was kind of eager for it. He didn't know the rules or gameplay so well, but he figured he'd pick that up easily enough.
It didn't matter to the Head Boy which team he was on, so he closed his eyes once he walked over to Mr. B and randomly reached for a ribbon. Orange, he noticed, once he opened his eyes again. He tied that to the end of his broom and then grabbed another of the same color to tie at the tail. Looking around, he waited to see who'd be joining him on the orange team.
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Sweet Circe it was just like she figured. They really were gonna be playing this game. Jessa could barely even play Quidditch!--A game native to her country and now she'd have to learn another game that she'd likely never go to America to see being played and for which she never tried to follow up on.
It'd become a trend of late, Professors teaching things the Ravenclaw had little interest in. Was it any wonder she'd buried herself in her own experiments and had blown through nearly half the Fifth Year curriculum by now?
With reluctance set in her expression, Jessa moved forward to grab at a pair of purple ribbons.
With little rush in her pace, she tied them to either end of her broom then went to take up her original spot behind most of her classmates once more. Suffice to say she was not looking forward to this but it didn't seem like a negotiable matter so....
Nothing to be done about it.
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Yes, Skylar knew what happened when the wand interacted with the quaffle in Peasegood's trunk, but she didn't want to take away from the opportunity for others to chime in on the history of the story. So thank you Sam for finishing it for her.
But time now to divide into teams... Purple or orange... Seeing a first year join the purple team, Sky was tempted to join there, but then Henry randomly selected an orange ribbon. She'd played all last summer on the same team as Henry, so she knew together it probably wasn't really fair. And yet...maybe it was the fact that it was last year and likely one of the last opportunities she might have to play with him, but somehow the fifth year found herself taking two orange ribbons and carefully tied one to her broom handle and the other around the tail.
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Did the groundskeeper know he was crushing this little boyish heart drumming in his chest? DID HE? That if was noncommittal and gave little hope that that fantasy would ever play out. Besides, Valerie Gray was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of the third year's league and, well, as he had discussed with Liam...it had really just been a misguided crush.
But....this color choosing business....
It was always so awkward for the third year. There was always a bit of a lag where he had to translate what he saw to what life experience had trained him to acknowledge with color and even then he was somewhat shooting in the dark with things. Cautiously, and sorta hoping someone would SAY what color ribbon they had selected aloud so he could have a better ballpark figure, Derf grabbed a ribbon with his eyes closed and looked down at it.
Oh thank Merlin. Blue. That was easy enough. Although by process of elimination and also color subtraction he still could have sorted out orange...but still.
Two ribbons later, Derf headed back over to his broom and tied them on as instructed. Much to his relief, he saw that Jessa also had the same color as him and quickly made his way over to stand by her.
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The Curly Top leapt to his feet and stretched out a bit as he waited his turn to get a ribbon. Tough colors to choose from as he liked them both, but eventually he went with the orange ribbon.
Tying them ribbons up on his broom and he's game ready. Bring it!
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