Avalon was particularly excited for today's flying lesson. With everything going on, she was itching to feel the brisk autumn wind in her hair. Flying was the one thing that still made her feel free, even though they were basically held captive at Hogwarts.

Her expression was puzzled, though, as she approached the training grounds, her own Nimbus 4000 in hand. A pool? Since when did flying class involve swimming and diving boards? If she had known they were going to get wet today, she would not have worn her thick socks. There was truly nothing worse than wet socks.

"Good day, Professor Aguilar," Avalon said with a nod as she took a seat on the ground, using the time before class to rub off a few smudges from her broomstick handle with her sleeve. Although her broom was a few years old now, she still was obsessed with keeping it in tip-top shape. That thing cost a bloody fortune, and she had saved up every penny for it. She was determined to keep it pretty.