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potterobsessionist · 05-13-2017, 07:39 AM

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Text Cut: Kyle

Haraldur watched in silence as the young Mr. Erikson continued practising taking off and landing until he had it down to a tee.

Text Cut: Emmeline

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Originally Posted by NifflerFan

Emmeline smiled gratefully at Stasya as her friend suggested the broom was broken, but she shook her head. "I think it's just stubborn," she told the other young Gryffindor. Despite her own issues, she was really happy when Stasya's broom did what it was supposed to and the blonde girl climbed on. "Good going!" Emmeline grinned at Stasya again, and gave her own broom another try before Mr. Baldvinsson came over. She realized then that Stasya was probably waiting for her, and shot her friend a grateful look, but continued in the small voice: "You can go ahead, I don't want to hold you up." She wanted Stasya to get to hover before time was called after all.

The fact that Mr. Baldvinsson had hovered next to her and didn't seem to be leaving was very reassuring to the young lion, and she relaxed slightly. She listened closely to what he was telling her, and she felt relieved that he didn't say that she didn't have enough magic to fly properly. She reminded herself that she'd flown on her brother's broom, sort of, but that hadn't required showing it anything or trusting really; if it didn't throw her big brother off, why would it throw anyone else off? Still, Mr. Baldvinsson was the flying professor for a reason and she was sure he knew what he was talking about.

Comparing brooms with wands worried her slightly again because her wand had chosen her, and this broom could not have shown that it didn't want to fly for her more clearly. What if it didn't choose her--

But no, Mr. Baldvinsson seemed to think it would work for her. Show it who's boss and trust it. Right. Taking a deeeeep breath, Emmeline moved her hand above the broom once again. She glanced nervously at the professor again, but he still hadn't left. "Up!" More rolling on the ground. She sighed, but she was not going to give up now, not with the teacher and Stasya waiting.

Emmeline tried to recall the wonderful sensation of soaring over the countryside, even if it wasn't proper flying. She really wanted to get in the air again, and surely this broom did. "UP!" And at last, the broom jumped up the hovering position! She grinned broadly at Mr. Baldvinsson and Stasya. "Thanks, sir!" Without waiting long, she eagerly swung her leg over the broomstick and copied Mr. Baldvinsson's grip and position as best as she could. Turning to Stasya, she asked her friend: "Ready?"

And then the broom left the ground and hovered up to Miss Sparkes hand. Haraldur clapped his hands together in a little applaud. "Well done, Miss Sparkes. It trusts you now, you should be good to mount it and kick off now." Should. Heh.

Text Cut: Jessa

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

She needed to relax. The broom had risen into the air like she'd wanted and there was no bucking or other malfunction--just like every other time she'd flown. It was just...the nerves, you know? Of not wanting to be called back to the ground and stuck with the beginners.

The girl would be lying if she said she wasn't jealous of the way Derf and Theo just sped off, Derf yelling things she could only assume were quidditch related. The thing was, flying wasn't the problem, it was keeping focus with literally everything happening around her. It was for this reason that she remained seated on her broom, hovering in the same spot while she watched the others make an attempt at the hoops. Zipping across the pitch was one thing, zipping through hoops that moved of their own accord was another. Some part of her was trying to find a pattern...overthinking as it were. It was the story of her life really.

Her legs kicked idly and her posture was one of someone pensive but relaxed. Up...down....across....down....but none of them seemed to move like the other and none seemed to keep up the pattern she thought she'd made out. Wasn't long til the young girl was subconsciously gnawing away at her lower lip.

Of course she could just rush in, put her hand eye coordination to the test but...there had to be SOME thing.

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

It was another while of just hovering there, watching the others before Jessa came to a conclusion--two actually. 1. She could not sit here indefinitely. 2. A little more time on the pitch couldn't hurt in building some confidence. It shouldn't have been this daunting to throw herself at a bunch of moving hoops, but at any given time there was so much going through the Ravenclaw's brain that the task seemed almost impossible.

Eventually, the young girl took a deep breath, steeling her resolve. She would have to get a move on before those on the ground came to join them; that would have been the true mark of her falling behind.

Jessa leaned forward on her broom, finally willing it into action just as someone zipped by her to enter the obstacle course of hoops. It was next or never, that was what she told herself. Soon the wind was whipping against her face, her hair trailing behind her in the messy braid she'd managed.

The first hoop seemed easy enough but in all honesty she'd just flown into it. A stroke of luck as it were based on it's random movement. Ironically, that was how she'd zipped through the second as well. Weird how that worked, it was almost effortless, like her eyes knew where they wanted to go and the broom fell in sync. In reality it was likely very subtle movements in her own body at the sight of each hoop--no Jessa. Don't think too much about it.

Just let it happen.

As the firsties were getting better and handling their brooms, his eyes drifted over to Miss Cambridge who just set off across the ptich.

"It looks good, Miss Cambridge! Don't rush it." The flying instructor called over to her, still hovering by the first years.

Text Cut: Abraham

Mr. Botros sure was speeding off and Haraldur squinted his eyes to spot the young boy zoom towards the hoops. Should he have set a speed limit? Huh. Crossing his arms across his chest he watched intently the young boys so that their excitement wouldn't knock them off their brooms.

Text Cut: Stasya

Young Miss Dalgaard-Volkova perfected her taking off and landing easily. He watched with proud. "Vel gert." He gave her a warm smile.

Text Cut: Etta

Haraldur saw how the Hufflepuff prefect flew through the hoops never once losing her concentration. That was important, focus was important. He nodded approvingly each time she soared through one of the hoops.

Text Cut: Lucas

Haraldur was pleasantly surprised the activity had gone so well. No one shoving another. No one falling off their broom. No one...

Wait. Someone shouted.

The flying instructor looked up at Mr Devolian and noticed one of the cauldrons heading straight towards the small group. And all ~~his~~ the children. Nope.

Seeing Haraldur walking around, one wouldn't think he was particularly swift in his movements. But it was a different thing all together on the broom. In one quick movement he'd rolled around so he was mounted correctly on his broom and zoomed up through the air meeting the falling cauldron and catching it in his arms.

Once retrieved he slowly drifted down to the ground. "Your cauldron Mr. Devolian." He handed it over. "Be careful, flying is dangerous enough as it is without cauldrons flying about." He showed him a small smile.

Text Cut: Olivia P

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Originally Posted by Govoni

It was exhilarating...being this high up in the sky again. To be honest, Olivia found herself to be in a much better temperament as she rode the wind above the others down below. It was peaceful, calming... providing a sense of freedom... A false sense, but one that was much needed at the current moment, all the same. It had been so long since she'd felt anything like it...and instead of immediately going for the hoops, as most everyone else had, the blonde found herself accelerating to a breakneck speed; laying nearly flat against her broom handle as she maneuvered into the curve of the stadium. Crisp, autumn wind was whipping and thrashing at her face and hair, but she didn't trouble herself with any of those details. This was, after all, meant to be about "showing off", right? Well, what better way to demonstrate her skills than to put on a little show all her own? True, Liv probably seemed a bit rusty at first (and she was, GAH), but her mum was funny about her being on a broom at home. And she'd been otherwise preoccupied this summer with getting engaged to the Head Boy and living it up with Althea Kenning. So..... Hoops, what?

Ha! Just kidding Mr. Baldvinsson. She'd be getting to those hoops in just a moment. If the need arose, Olivia would submit a formal apology later on, but it was impossible for her not to do a lap of two just to get the feel of her broom again. It'd been aaages after all....... Well, okay, about six months, but still. That seemed like ages to her. SO MUCH had happened in that measly six months.

ANYWAY, it was time to get down to business. She didn't want to waste too much time zipping around the pitch and not completing the activity. There was a point to make here; concerning her grades and keeping up with them with all that was going on. Also, Liv's speed wasn't for the faint of heart. It probably seemed reckless, stupid, and juvenile to anyone watching, but this girl was in complete control of her broom, just as her father had taught her. In fact, WATCH THIS (famous Gryffindor last words)... Steering the handle in a hard left, Olivia drove into the bend of the stadium stands, keeping her composure in tact as she used the momentum coming out of it to propel herself towards the hoops. Naturally, since said hoops were not stationary, Liv had to pull up to decease her pace....attempting to anticipate the movements of the rings as they completed their vertical, to horizontal, to diagonal drift. Tricksy hoops. Tricksy, indeed.

Not a second later, she shot through the first ring, allowing her body to fall into place as she was forced to coast through the awaiting second one. It'd been too close and had nearly knocked into her broom.... DECEITFUL! Luckily...there seemed to be enough space between it and the third one to allow for some quickness and fancy trickery....which was basically just her avoiding the hoop edges like a recoiling snake. Her mum would've been so proud, right? Also, what made this leagues more challenging was the fact that they were attempting to complete this activity all at the same time. So, there was some consideration from Liv as some of her ickles were up here with her... Well, Abey was, anyway. She was mindful of him and the Montmorency boy... and Derf, and Jessa...all of whom she'd taken a liking to. Actually, the blonde found herself moving at their pace.... sorta. As they neared the stack of cauldrons... the hoops seemed to become more vigorously...or was that just to her own mind? That might've been her imagination acting up...as she was SO CLOSE to finishing... but it definitely seemed to be the truth.

Her imagination could be absolutely insane at times...

Zipping up out of the fray of her smaller peers, Olivia attempted to line align her body with the awaiting rings, so that she could make a straight shot through those remaining... NO, she wasn't going to miss any of them... This was strategy! It would never be her intention to knock anyone off a broom or accidentally push them, and these were aggressive ickles (surprisingly). Ugh, not finishing fast was going to bug her, but that's the risk you ran wen being mindful of others. It was no big deal. She'd collect her cauldron and run it again........ Aaaaaand taaaaking said cauldron in THREE........TWO.....ONE....

Flatting herself against her broom handle again, Olivia raced downward through the remaining rings, effectively cutting in front of the smaller children (WITHOUT HARMING THEM)... whipping out her broom as she neared the cauldron stack. Listen, these things were heavy... and she wasn't about to kill herself transporting a hunk of metal across the sky. What if she dropped one on an smaller child below? She NEVER would've forgiven herself.... NEVER. She had children down there! Carlton, Stasya, Kyle... Needless to say, it was best to charm hers. Mhm. Everyone should've followed suit.

Snatching it up, she sat it atop her head like a makeshift helmet and took off towards the starting point; landing just a moment later. Throwing her leg over the side, the lionlady plopped down on the soft, pitch grass. She run the course again in a bit. That had only been the MINI activity, after all. THERE WAS MORE TO COME!

This one. This one had it. Haraldur puffed his chest out and watched how Miss Phillips moved with ease up on her broom, flying through the hoops, collecting a cauldron and returning safely.

"Well done, Miss Phillips. Well done!" He exclaimed, pointing wildly to the hoops and then back at her. He obviously liked it.

But it was time to move on with the lesson.

After the last student had touched back down on the ground, Mr. Baldvinsson couldn’t help but show his excitement by levitating up and down in the air in a bouncing manner. ”Yes, yes, well done everybody!” Proud ex-ranger here.

”Please, take a seat everyone.” The soft grass is ever so warm and comfy. But the excitment from being in the air would have to simmer down a bit for now. ”I know Quidditch is no longer practiced at Hogwarts.” The Flying Instructor glared up at the castle at this statement. He wouldn’t mind an evening in the Igloo, discussing how much of an annoyance that was to him. But for now, it was a sore subject for everyone currently on the pitch. Moving on. He flew very close to the students, eyeing each and everyone one of them as he spoke dramatically.

”Since Quidditch is no longer practiced at Hogwarts. I thought we could come up with a new tradition... Something I have played all my life on Svalbard...” Yeah? You getting excited? You’re ready for this? He let go off the broom and flew his hands out. ”Creaothceann!”

Again, no applauds. Although he did like when the sound of clapping hands came spontaneously he might have to actually teach the students when to clap for him. Right now, they could fly and all but the applauding was just terrible. Just terrible.

”It’s fun! It’s fun!” He reassured them. ”Don’t listen to the Ministry. Ministry-Schministry, am I right?” He was right. Haraldur flew back to his original position in front of the class, still levitating, he leaned forward, propping his elbows up on the broomstick to rest his head in them.

”Anyone mind telling me why Creaothceann isn’t played at Hogwarts? Or anywhere? How does one play the game?”

Come, come don't be shy. With a raise of hands, please.

OOC: Alrighty! This one is pretty simple guys, answer Haraldur’s questions:

- Why is Creathceann not played anymore?
- How does the game work?

You have approximately 24 hours to answer the questions. This means class will be moving on tomorrow Sunday 14th of May 9.30 am GMT+2/ 3.30 am EDT.

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potterobsessionist DMAC & MO Doxy Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: Sweden [GMT+1] Posts: 5,865 Ministry RPG Name: Amelia Hartman Accidents & Catastrophes Ministry RPG Name: Presley Ross Diagon Alley Employee: Stella Marie Reed Daily Prophet News Reporter	a bit of madness is key \| miss chanandler bong \| those cunning folks use any means Text Cut: Individual replies <3 Text Cut: Kyle Quote: Originally Posted by Zellanna Kyle smiled at the encouragement he got from the professor. And once he got himself up in the air and back, he had earned two points for his house! He felt ecstatic! He lifted off the ground and cheered from atop his broom and almost lost his balance, quickly placing both hands on the broom again to support himself. He leaned back and landed again, unable to stop smiling. He wasn't sure how he would handle being high up in the air, but he would manage somehow. Flying class may not be so bad after all. He continued practicing taking off and landing, getting more confident each time. Haraldur watched in silence as the young Mr. Erikson continued practising taking off and landing until he had it down to a tee. Text Cut: Emmeline Quote: Originally Posted by NifflerFan Emmeline smiled gratefully at Stasya as her friend suggested the broom was broken, but she shook her head. "I think it's just stubborn," she told the other young Gryffindor. Despite her own issues, she was really happy when Stasya's broom did what it was supposed to and the blonde girl climbed on. "Good going!" Emmeline grinned at Stasya again, and gave her own broom another try before Mr. Baldvinsson came over. She realized then that Stasya was probably waiting for her, and shot her friend a grateful look, but continued in the small voice: "You can go ahead, I don't want to hold you up." She wanted Stasya to get to hover before time was called after all. The fact that Mr. Baldvinsson had hovered next to her and didn't seem to be leaving was very reassuring to the young lion, and she relaxed slightly. She listened closely to what he was telling her, and she felt relieved that he didn't say that she didn't have enough magic to fly properly. She reminded herself that she'd flown on her brother's broom, sort of, but that hadn't required showing it anything or trusting really; if it didn't throw her big brother off, why would it throw anyone else off? Still, Mr. Baldvinsson was the flying professor for a reason and she was sure he knew what he was talking about. Comparing brooms with wands worried her slightly again because her wand had chosen her, and this broom could not have shown that it didn't want to fly for her more clearly. What if it didn't choose her-- But no, Mr. Baldvinsson seemed to think it would work for her. Show it who's boss and trust it. Right. Taking a deeeeep breath, Emmeline moved her hand above the broom once again. She glanced nervously at the professor again, but he still hadn't left. "Up!" More rolling on the ground. She sighed, but she was not going to give up now, not with the teacher and Stasya waiting. Emmeline tried to recall the wonderful sensation of soaring over the countryside, even if it wasn't proper flying. She really wanted to get in the air again, and surely this broom did. "UP!" And at last, the broom jumped up the hovering position! She grinned broadly at Mr. Baldvinsson and Stasya. "Thanks, sir!" Without waiting long, she eagerly swung her leg over the broomstick and copied Mr. Baldvinsson's grip and position as best as she could. Turning to Stasya, she asked her friend: "Ready?" And then the broom left the ground and hovered up to Miss Sparkes hand. Haraldur clapped his hands together in a little applaud. "Well done, Miss Sparkes. It trusts you now, you should be good to mount it and kick off now." Should. Heh. Text Cut: Jessa Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo She needed to relax. The broom had risen into the air like she'd wanted and there was no bucking or other malfunction--just like every other time she'd flown. It was just...the nerves, you know? Of not wanting to be called back to the ground and stuck with the beginners. The girl would be lying if she said she wasn't jealous of the way Derf and Theo just sped off, Derf yelling things she could only assume were quidditch related. The thing was, flying wasn't the problem, it was keeping focus with literally everything happening around her. It was for this reason that she remained seated on her broom, hovering in the same spot while she watched the others make an attempt at the hoops. Zipping across the pitch was one thing, zipping through hoops that moved of their own accord was another. Some part of her was trying to find a pattern...overthinking as it were. It was the story of her life really. Her legs kicked idly and her posture was one of someone pensive but relaxed. Up...down....across....down....but none of them seemed to move like the other and none seemed to keep up the pattern she thought she'd made out. Wasn't long til the young girl was subconsciously gnawing away at her lower lip. Of course she could just rush in, put her hand eye coordination to the test but...there had to be SOME thing. Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo It was another while of just hovering there, watching the others before Jessa came to a conclusion--two actually. 1. She could not sit here indefinitely. 2. A little more time on the pitch couldn't hurt in building some confidence. It shouldn't have been this daunting to throw herself at a bunch of moving hoops, but at any given time there was so much going through the Ravenclaw's brain that the task seemed almost impossible. Eventually, the young girl took a deep breath, steeling her resolve. She would have to get a move on before those on the ground came to join them; that would have been the true mark of her falling behind. Jessa leaned forward on her broom, finally willing it into action just as someone zipped by her to enter the obstacle course of hoops. It was next or never, that was what she told herself. Soon the wind was whipping against her face, her hair trailing behind her in the messy braid she'd managed. The first hoop seemed easy enough but in all honesty she'd just flown into it. A stroke of luck as it were based on it's random movement. Ironically, that was how she'd zipped through the second as well. Weird how that worked, it was almost effortless, like her eyes knew where they wanted to go and the broom fell in sync. In reality it was likely very subtle movements in her own body at the sight of each hoop--no Jessa. Don't think too much about it. Just let it happen. As the firsties were getting better and handling their brooms, his eyes drifted over to Miss Cambridge who just set off across the ptich. "It looks good, Miss Cambridge! Don't rush it." The flying instructor called over to her, still hovering by the first years. Text Cut: Abraham Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Just being up in the air was almost actually enough to make Abey forget the whole point of the being in the air thing. The whole 'do this and then that and then the other thing and then come back' or something. Yes, there was a POINT to the flying, and Abey remembered. Barely. HOOPS FIRST! Easy peasy to get through hoops ESPECIALLY WHEN you were small and thin because that meant there was a lot more margin for error. NOT that Abey needed margin for error because actually he was excellent at flying actually and it was the only thing he was really excellent at at all. AND ACTUALLY even his new wand said that he was a really good flier, so like... that meant it was the law or something. The yell of Derf reached Abey's ears JUST ABOUT, but it was a little hard to hear properly actually because of the whole FLYING thing. Also, Abey was IMPATIENT TO FLY and he was a liiiiiiittle bit tempted to ignore the yelling and go straight for the hoops... but he didn't because it was his VILLAIN and also they were supposed to be showing their skills and flying in formation was ONE OF THE ULTIMATE SKILLS. Even if it meant it didn't make a WHOLE lot of logical sense in terms of going THROUGH the hoops. The Hawkshead Attack Formation was all about forcing other Quidditch players out of the way while flying TOWARDS the hoo-... Uhh... the goalposts. Usually. But maybe it would work on hoops too! "OKAAAAAAY! BUT I'M IN FRONT!" Because he'd called dibs. Right then. HE'D CALLED IT. So that all he had to worry about was getting through the hoops, and trying to judge where they would be by the time he reached them. Speaking of which... FIRST hoop... easy peasy! Well... not easy at all actually, BUT THAT WAS HIS STORY AND HE WAS STICKING TO IT. Onwards he went, determined and focused. And fast. ~~RESERVE~~ SEEKER SPEED. Mr. Botros sure was speeding off and Haraldur squinted his eyes to spot the young boy zoom towards the hoops. Should he have set a speed limit? Huh. Crossing his arms across his chest he watched intently the young boys so that their excitement wouldn't knock them off their brooms. Text Cut: Stasya Quote: Originally Posted by SilverTiger Stasya had given the groundskeeper a grin when he had complimented her, but that hadn’t meant that she was abandoning her plan to wait for Emmeline. Friends didn’t let other friends fail, so for now she was perfectly willing to stay on the ground even if she could sense her broom was maybe getting a little impatient. Besides, even though Emmeline had told her she could go on ahead, there wasn’t anywhere to go. All they were supposed to do was practice hovering and landing. She figured it didn’t matter if she waited or not for that, and right now, she wanted to wait until her friend’s broom had cooperated. Along with the groundskeeper, apparently. They would give her support, the confidence that she was going to manage it. Not to mention, she was not going to go anywhere while her friend was frustrated. She had grinned again when the stubborn broom had finally risen up to the other girl’s hand, still mounted on her own even though she had yet to push off. Therefore her feet were still, sort of, on the ground. Enough that she thought she could manage to push off once she chose to, anyway. “Yup,” she responded, adding a nod for good measure even as she had pushed off and hovered maybe a foot or so off the ground, watching to make sure the other girl had managed it too. Only then did she lean back a little and feel the broom lowering her back down until her feet were on the ground again. It seemed easy enough. Young Miss Dalgaard-Volkova perfected her taking off and landing easily. He watched with proud. "Vel gert." He gave her a warm smile. Text Cut: Etta Quote: Originally Posted by Lady of Light Etta could see the hoops clearly now, slowing down considerably. She felt the sudden pang of anxiety and nervousness again. See, this is why she needed to practice flying often. The girl hovered mid-air for a little while, watch people fly through the hoops easily enough. It shouldn't be that difficult and yet. The girl sighed, realising that she couldn't just stay here forever. Instead, taking a deep breath, she focused on the hoops and carefully studied the their movement. It was an easy-enough activity, there really was so need for anxiety. Gosh, Etta. Narrowing her eyes and leaning forward just a little, she zoomed forward. She flew towards one of the hoops in the middle.. concentrating.. concentrating... and found herself right at the other end. Wait. Did she just do it? She turned around to make sure the line of hoops were behind her, the biggest smile appearing on her face. Heh. She did it. Haraldur saw how the Hufflepuff prefect flew through the hoops never once losing her concentration. That was important, focus was important. He nodded approvingly each time she soared through one of the hoops. Text Cut: Lucas Quote: Originally Posted by Rosa Chispa Princessa Lucas smiled snighly as the professor set forth the activity. He knew he could have some fun with this as a master flyer. Lucas took hold of his broom and boarded it. He then kicked off the ground and took off. He sped through the rings almost knocking the more hesitant flyers over. Before long he had the couldron in his hand and he kicked off to head through the rings again but now he was getting a bit too cockey. He attempted to go to the rings at top speed and he knocked his hand against one of the rings causing him to drop his couldron right where the first year flyers were, "LOOK OUT, FALLING CAULDRON", Lucas bellowed frantically. The last thing he wanted was for some poor first year flyer to get hurt. He was as class clown, not a sadist. Haraldur was pleasantly surprised the activity had gone so well. No one shoving another. No one falling off their broom. No one... Wait. Someone shouted. The flying instructor looked up at Mr Devolian and noticed one of the cauldrons heading straight towards the small group. And all ~~his~~ the children. Nope. Seeing Haraldur walking around, one wouldn't think he was particularly swift in his movements. But it was a different thing all together on the broom. In one quick movement he'd rolled around so he was mounted correctly on his broom and zoomed up through the air meeting the falling cauldron and catching it in his arms. Once retrieved he slowly drifted down to the ground. "Your cauldron Mr. Devolian." He handed it over. "Be careful, flying is dangerous enough as it is without cauldrons flying about." He showed him a small smile. Text Cut: Olivia P Quote: Originally Posted by Govoni It was exhilarating...being this high up in the sky again. To be honest, Olivia found herself to be in a much better temperament as she rode the wind above the others down below. It was peaceful, calming... providing a sense of freedom... A false sense, but one that was much needed at the current moment, all the same. It had been so long since she'd felt anything like it...and instead of immediately going for the hoops, as most everyone else had, the blonde found herself accelerating to a breakneck speed; laying nearly flat against her broom handle as she maneuvered into the curve of the stadium. Crisp, autumn wind was whipping and thrashing at her face and hair, but she didn't trouble herself with any of those details. This was, after all, meant to be about "showing off", right? Well, what better way to demonstrate her skills than to put on a little show all her own? True, Liv probably seemed a bit rusty at first (and she was, GAH), but her mum was funny about her being on a broom at home. And she'd been otherwise preoccupied this summer with getting engaged to the Head Boy and living it up with Althea Kenning. So..... Hoops, what? Ha! Just kidding Mr. Baldvinsson. She'd be getting to those hoops in just a moment. If the need arose, Olivia would submit a formal apology later on, but it was impossible for her not to do a lap of two just to get the feel of her broom again. It'd been aaages after all....... Well, okay, about six months, but still. That seemed like ages to her. SO MUCH had happened in that measly six months. ANYWAY, it was time to get down to business. She didn't want to waste too much time zipping around the pitch and not completing the activity. There was a point to make here; concerning her grades and keeping up with them with all that was going on. Also, Liv's speed wasn't for the faint of heart. It probably seemed reckless, stupid, and juvenile to anyone watching, but this girl was in complete control of her broom, just as her father had taught her. In fact, WATCH THIS (famous Gryffindor last words)... Steering the handle in a hard left, Olivia drove into the bend of the stadium stands, keeping her composure in tact as she used the momentum coming out of it to propel herself towards the hoops. Naturally, since said hoops were not stationary, Liv had to pull up to decease her pace....attempting to anticipate the movements of the rings as they completed their vertical, to horizontal, to diagonal drift. Tricksy hoops. Tricksy, indeed. Not a second later, she shot through the first ring, allowing her body to fall into place as she was forced to coast through the awaiting second one. It'd been too close and had nearly knocked into her broom.... DECEITFUL! Luckily...there seemed to be enough space between it and the third one to allow for some quickness and fancy trickery....which was basically just her avoiding the hoop edges like a recoiling snake. Her mum would've been so proud, right? Also, what made this leagues more challenging was the fact that they were attempting to complete this activity all at the same time. So, there was some consideration from Liv as some of her ickles were up here with her... Well, Abey was, anyway. She was mindful of him and the Montmorency boy... and Derf, and Jessa...all of whom she'd taken a liking to. Actually, the blonde found herself moving at their pace.... sorta. As they neared the stack of cauldrons... the hoops seemed to become more vigorously...or was that just to her own mind? That might've been her imagination acting up...as she was SO CLOSE to finishing... but it definitely seemed to be the truth. Her imagination could be absolutely insane at times... Zipping up out of the fray of her smaller peers, Olivia attempted to line align her body with the awaiting rings, so that she could make a straight shot through those remaining... NO, she wasn't going to miss any of them... This was strategy! It would never be her intention to knock anyone off a broom or accidentally push them, and these were aggressive ickles (surprisingly). Ugh, not finishing fast was going to bug her, but that's the risk you ran wen being mindful of others. It was no big deal. She'd collect her cauldron and run it again........ Aaaaaand taaaaking said cauldron in THREE........TWO.....ONE.... Flatting herself against her broom handle again, Olivia raced downward through the remaining rings, effectively cutting in front of the smaller children (WITHOUT HARMING THEM)... whipping out her broom as she neared the cauldron stack. Listen, these things were heavy... and she wasn't about to kill herself transporting a hunk of metal across the sky. What if she dropped one on an smaller child below? She NEVER would've forgiven herself.... NEVER. She had children down there! Carlton, Stasya, Kyle... Needless to say, it was best to charm hers. Mhm. Everyone should've followed suit. Snatching it up, she sat it atop her head like a makeshift helmet and took off towards the starting point; landing just a moment later. Throwing her leg over the side, the lionlady plopped down on the soft, pitch grass. She run the course again in a bit. That had only been the MINI activity, after all. THERE WAS MORE TO COME! This one. This one had it. Haraldur puffed his chest out and watched how Miss Phillips moved with ease up on her broom, flying through the hoops, collecting a cauldron and returning safely. "Well done, Miss Phillips. Well done!" He exclaimed, pointing wildly to the hoops and then back at her. He obviously liked it. But it was time to move on with the lesson. After the last student had touched back down on the ground, Mr. Baldvinsson couldn’t help but show his excitement by levitating up and down in the air in a bouncing manner. ”Yes, yes, well done everybody!” Proud ex-ranger here. ”Please, take a seat everyone.” The soft grass is ever so warm and comfy. But the excitment from being in the air would have to simmer down a bit for now. ”I know Quidditch is no longer practiced at Hogwarts.” The Flying Instructor glared up at the castle at this statement. He wouldn’t mind an evening in the Igloo, discussing how much of an annoyance that was to him. But for now, it was a sore subject for everyone currently on the pitch. Moving on. He flew very close to the students, eyeing each and everyone one of them as he spoke dramatically. ”Since Quidditch is no longer practiced at Hogwarts. I thought we could come up with a new tradition... Something I have played all my life on Svalbard...” Yeah? You getting excited? You’re ready for this? He let go off the broom and flew his hands out. ”Creaothceann!” Again, no applauds. Although he did like when the sound of clapping hands came spontaneously he might have to actually teach the students when to clap for him. Right now, they could fly and all but the applauding was just terrible. Just terrible. ”It’s fun! It’s fun!” He reassured them. ”Don’t listen to the Ministry. Ministry-Schministry, am I right?” He was right. Haraldur flew back to his original position in front of the class, still levitating, he leaned forward, propping his elbows up on the broomstick to rest his head in them. ”Anyone mind telling me why Creaothceann isn’t played at Hogwarts? Or anywhere? How does one play the game?” Come, come don't be shy. With a raise of hands, please. OOC: Alrighty! This one is pretty simple guys, answer Haraldur’s questions: - Why is Creathceann not played anymore? - How does the game work? You have approximately 24 hours to answer the questions. This means class will be moving on tomorrow Sunday 14th of May 9.30 am GMT+2/ 3.30 am EDT. __________________