Good golly it wasn’t over. Was the entire class going to be random exercises?? All she wanted to do was fly around the pitch, maybe play a game or two, not have a workout. Her spirits slightly lifted when she saw the orange cones hover over the pitch. At least they would be back on their brooms...for part of it anyway.

She hopped on her broom and headed towards the starting cone. With one hand gripping the broom handle and the other up in the air like a bronc riding cowboy, she took off down the field. She zigged and zagged through the cones, speeding up towards the end as she became more comfortable with the course. With a quick flick of her hips, her broom spun around and she shot back through the cones, zigging and zagging until she cleared the last cone.

Not too bad, but it could have been faster. Her leg swung over to dismount, keeping her broom hovering next to her, just above knee height. She eyed the broom, trying to gauge how much lift she would need to propel her body over the handle. With a slight bend of her knees, she jumped. That’s when things turned for the worse. Her right foot caught the handle of her broom, sending her face first onto the ground. “Uuuggggg” was the strange sound she made as the air whooshed out of her lungs upon impact.

Once she had caught her breath, she jumped to her feet, brushed the snow and grass off, then ever so slightly lowered her broom. “I’ll give that another go.” Thankfully the embarrassed blush of her cheeks was well hidden by her already rosy cheeks from the cold air. Her next jump, over the lowered broom, was much more successful. She made a quick drop to the ground and roll under before repeating the entire broom jumping and rolling under process four more times.