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Super Spaz 
Left? LEFT? Which way was left? Oh that's right, the hand he had at the front. He suddenly swerved to the left. Coming to a sudden halt. Darn. A little to much turning. He closed his eyes, and held his breath. How he hoped she had missed him. Don't crash. Don't crash.
"I'm Conan," he called, to the passing girl. Well why not? It was a meeting after all. Even if it was a collision.
Sierra wasn't sure, but she may have let out a little
EEP as she braced herself for a possible collision. When seconds passed and no one had rammed into her, knocking her to the ground and to her possible death, she steered her broom around to face the Hufflepuff who'd nearly given her an early death.
She wanted to yell at him. Really, she did--and she may
have, had it not been for the fact that the professor likely had his eyes currently locked right on them. So she settled for a slight glare before drawing in a deep breath and introducing herself in return.
"Sierra Greingoth," she remarked.
"First year Slytherin." Her eyes traveled to his broom, and it occurred to her that before he flew off again, she may want to teach him how to come to a good stop.
"Do you remember how to stop?" she asked.
"You just pull back on the broom a little," she said, demonstrating as she talked,
"...and then the broom starts slowing down. If something's in your line of flight, you just steer your broom in the opposite direction."
To show this, she turned her broom first to left and then to the right.