 Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - ❄ Lunar Library Lurker ❄ - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror
With an absent nod, Gideon moved his hand to rest still and level in the air above the broom that would be his for the duration of the class. Hopefully it wouldn't be too tempremental as school brooms were known to be at times. "UP..." he said in a clear, strong voice as he was used to, inwardly relieved as it behaved much like his own broom did, only showing a small bit of hesitance. So as it flew up to his outstretched limb, the sixth year wrapped his fingers securly around the wooden broom handle as it came near enough.
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