Quinn was not excited or prepared for this flying lesson. She still hadn't grasped the whole.... everything about it. She was still terrified of flying, especially after falling hard into a rapidly deflating pool of water first year. So, yeah. Heights weren't exactly her friend.

And the advisement against dinner was not helping her all that much.

Quinn shuffled out onto the training area with a borrowed broom from the broomshed held tightly to her body. She was wrapped in a very large sweater under her robes to fight off the autumn chill. She also made sure that her robe sleeve slipped down her arm enough to expose the pink bracelet on her wrist.

Eyes nervously glued to the net above her, Quinn shuffled past the professor towards her friends. "Er... h-hello, Professor..." Quinn came to a stop next to Eden, rather nervous about what the task for the evening would be. Hopefully nothing too high up....or full of dips and loop-de-loops....