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Aguilar passed his broomstick from one hand to the other, trying to calm his nerves, as he continued to watch the students practise. Although the sound of the quill scribbling away behind him was distracting, he focused on assessing each dive & pull up attempt and nodded approvingly at each student. Except uhhh how did Bernadette land on the ground? "Are you okay, Miss - ah," he let out a gasp as his Nimbus 4000 suddenly flew away from him, leaving him with a painful hand as if a layer of skin was peeled back too. His eyes followed the path his broom was making and ...
Oh ...
"Right, okay," he muttered angrily. Unable to look at the shattered remnants of his once beautiful broom, Aguilar glanced back at the students instead and saw that all Muggle-borns received the same terrible treatment. He clenched his fists: how could they do this to children who had done nothing wrong? He wanted to check if their injuries were serious, but was aware that there were two wands pointed at him dangerously. He had to comply with their order first, then he would check on the students.
"Listen up," he began, not quite sure what to say. "As you all know by now, those who are born to non-magical parents are undeserving of the magic they stole from real witches and wizards. So, the Neo-Alliance did us all a favour by taking brooms away from M ... Mudbloods. You lot should dive into the pool WITHOUT a broom, like your undignified Muggle ancestors did."
"The rest of you, continue practising. Ten more minutes."
There. Could the hooded squad lower their wands now?
OOC: Welp. 23~24 hours left to practise the dive & pull up or (NEW!) diving into the pool without a broom. xD
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