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Despite this being one of his worst classes, performance wise, Jacob still valued Flying as a valuable skill he might need in the future. Certainly he wanted to be able to boast that there was one thing in the world he could do a bit better than Benzi.
The seventh year - still strange, still so strange - arrived with his old broom in hand, just a tad newer than the school brooms. It had been his mother's during her school days, and the only advantage it had over the school brooms was that it listened to him. And it didn't try to toss him off. Mostly. It was an old friend by now. Sometimes friends disagree, and he was used to it.
"Evening professor," he nodded towards Professor Kazmi, and gave Kinsay James a wide berth as he settled somewhere to the left of the group. That was Matty's problem, and Jacob didn't want to get involved.
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