Flying was bad enough as it was, but flying while it snowed? Oh, Merlin, he prayed he'd make it out of the class unscathed. He did need to pay the healer a visit to ask her about some remedies he'd read about, but hopefully, that was going to be the only reason for his visit.
He loved snow, though, so he scurried towards the pitch with a small smile on his face as tiny snowflakes fell all around, his nose buried deep into a huge scarf and his hands stuffed in the pockets of his warm robe. It was a lovely day... just not for flying. Well, for him, there was never a good day for flying.
Upon seeing professor Haraldur, he couldn't help but smile at the man who'd been more than kind and understanding to what could very likely be his worst ever student. "Hello, professor!" Noticing the pile of notebooks, he prayed for a theoretical lesson. Please, please, please.
__________________ ♪♫ As if it's a puzzle, the overlapping heartbeats,
We are still incomplete, which is why we are perfect. ♪♫
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