Theo watched as all of the other students started flying up without ANY difficulty. It should be kind of a push for him to do it, right? Since he was a big brave boy. But... he just couldn't... and he was trying not to cry. Sheesh, it was really a wonder that he even had friends.

He spotted Ella, who had smiled at him. He acknowledged her, but didn't smile, or make any expression back, and eventually just looked away at Dylan flying.

Ugh, that was enough. Deciding to take a stand against his own brain, Theodore let go of the chair and went UPWARDS at an alarmingly slow rate. So why was he crying? Huh? Even the thought of accio-ing his broomstick here was crossing his mind, but what good would THAT do without gravity?

How did broomsticks fly in the first place?!

All these unanswered questions, but now was not the time for them.

Meteors. Even that wasn't a good idea, Theo thought. Since Meteors were generally labelled as destructive and stuff. Whatever. The boy quivered in the air and held out his glove hand pathetically, but as soon as one came near him, he flinched and pulled his hand back.