Diandra had a pretty neutral opinion with flying on broomstick. She was quite eager when there was a notice about the joint lesson of flying and divination together because back in Mahoutokoro, not many professors were open-minded enough to have a collaborative class like this so this should be fun, right? And since she didn't have her own broom, the badger decided to borrow the school one and prepared it just like what the flying instructor had said before the class had started.

Studying divination using wind characteristic, okay that was not really new because she did know some people would use the wind to predict the weather. Hey, it was also part of divination, right? "Uh... I think it's from where the wind blows? Perhaps like if the wind blows to the west has a different interpretation than when it blows to the east?" Diandra tried to guess.

The Hufflepuff quidditch captain, of course, had her own broom which was already clipped and polished. No need to do clipping and polishing on her well cared for broom that had already had that maintenance done on it this week. The school brooms, however, needed it because they didn’t get as much regular maintenance. Isa would help anyone who needed assistance polishing or clipping their broom. ”Does anyone still need help with their broom?” She looked around for confused first years or anyone else who wasn’t sure what to do to care for their broom, ready to jump in to help is needed.

Isa listened to Professor Vance as the professor explained that they would be practicing anemscopy, studying the wind. How might that work? ”You could take a handful of leaves and throw them in the air to see where they go.” What were they going to be looking for in a wind reading? The direction of the wind? Perhaps the speed and strength of the wind? Patterns of something? Should be interesting to see how this type of divination was going to be related to flying.

"A little goes a long way," she explained, massaging the polish onto her broomstick and grinning at the shiny result. "Mhm, s'perfect," she smiled at the younger Hufflepuff. Honestly, as competitive as Zoryn was... She didn't see it as helping the enemy. Actually, she had no idea that this girl was even a Quidditch player. The Gryffindor's main concern fell in beating Skylar Diggory and her entire team. Zor also had to beat Ravenclaw because Juni was on the team... But this was all beside the point.

"Well you want your broom to look neat 'cause it'll all helps with balance... And also, it'll look nicer," whaaaaaaat? Zoryn didn't completely forgo the #aesthetic. "So you wanna clip bristles that are sticking out all over the place, like this one," she pointed out a stray bristle on her own broom and demonstrated clipping it with her pair of clippers. "You try!" The Gryffindor held the clippers out to the young girl, hoping she'd take them and clip some stray pieces.

Seeeeeee, Zoryn could be a good person!!! If only Professor Wayold could see her now.

Zoryn had no idea what this Anemoscopy stuff was, but it sounded like a whole lot of baloney. Most things in divinations did, tbh. She wouldn't ever really say that out loud... 'Cause even she had SOME sense of what was inappropriate to say in the middle of class. "I've seen people stick their finger in their mouth and then hold it up in the air!" Was that divination? 'Cause Zoryn actually had no idea what it did, but........ She definitely didn't make that up.

SEEEEEEE she even popped her finger in her mouth, giving it a good lick, before throwing it in the air to demonstrate.

Could she get extra points for that? HMMMMMMMMMM?

Woo hoo! Class had started. It was windy, very windy and they were going to FLY! It was extremely hard for her to pay attention to all Professor Vance was saying when she wanted nothing more than to get up in the air and do some broom surfing on the wind currents. Plus, there was mention of some sort of broom sport? That sounded fantastic and she was in it to win it.

Thankfully, responsibility won over her desire to take off and fly. She pondered Professor Vance’s question. Reading the wind. Something you couldn’t see, or catch, but had the power to destroy giant buildings and knock flyers off their brooms.

She raised her hand “Well, if you simply lick your finger like so,” she stuck her pointer finger in her mouth and amply wet it, “you can stick it up in the air and feel what direction it’s coming from.” She gave a giant smile at her obviously brilliant answer. Knowing where the wind was coming from was great and she could also tell how hard it was blowing by how quickly her finger dried.

Scarlett had done a double take when she entered class, just to make sure she was in the right place - and not Quidditch practice, right? Yes. For some reason, flying and divination were going hand in hand today. What flying had to do with reading the wind was beyond her but...she would just have to wait and see.

She raised her hand when the professor asked her first question. "Well, I think the best way is to figure out which way the wind is blowing and use that to...interpret something. You know, if it's going north, south, etc," she explained.

She was pleased with Zoryn’s approval of her polishing. If another quidditch captain approved, she must have done it right. Now for the clippers. She watched Zoryn closely, making sure to mimic the way she held the clippers and angle of cut. Emmalyn turned her school broom over and over, slowly trimming the off bristles to create a nice, aerodynamic, taper to the end of the broom. “Thanks! I think I know what to do now.” She smiled and held out her hand to shake Zoryn’s. “Next time I won’t have to ask.”

Emmalyn continued to make minor adjustments to her broom while the other students answered the professor’s question. She needed to make sure the broom was in top shape for any sort of competition they may be having during the flying portion of the class.

Mel had mostly been quiet in the class so far, the wind whipping her hair into a mess despite the fact it was pulled into a ponytail. Leaning closer to Kirk so she could hear his answer to the lessons question she just grinned…aw Cap' had some good ideas.

Raising her hand she waited to be called on before cupping her hands around her mouth (y'know, to bolster the sound) "c-could we register the wind by say how it blows us around?...i mean Professor Baldvinsson does have brooms, so I have to take that into account…" she paused for a moment before adding in "however it could simply he a height thing?...maybe we're going to be looking at how the wind moves the waves on the water or how it effects other things around us?" she offered as clearly she wasn't fully aware of how they would do this.

Still…it was going to be fun none the less.

Zarina was polishing her broom and was fixing the twigs, she looked up and saw the first years were clueless. She smirked to herself and remembered those times but the other students and prefects were already helping so they were solid. She beamed at the grounds keeper and nodded. He seemed thrilled she was here probably because he was in charge of the quidditch teams and she was the Slytherin chaser after all. That is a title she would have to get used to saying. Then she beamed at the Divination professor and her head of house. Tread carefully Carraro. You don't want to mess up with this lesson too much.

Zae was attentive and heard the Professors question, Does anyone know just how would we go about reading the wind?" Hmm Zae heard all her other students answers and she wondered why they need to be careful of the wind and their brooms. "Well reading the wind I let my hair do all the talking. If it is mostly cover my face i know it is coming from behind.." Simple enough right?

She felt Maxton step closer and she reached down and took his hand. Her own shaking at the thought of flying and being in the air. She had let go of the polish and it was now on the ground. "No professor, I came to a Divination lesson, I do not take flying. It is an elective that I have never signed up for. Divination I have signed up for as the elective I take. So I did not come to a flying lesson, I came to my divination lesson." It was not her fault the two decided to have class together, that was not her problem and her feet would not leave the ground.

"With no disrespect sir, I will not be flying today." This was not an option. Her eyes now went to her own head of house and the divination professor who just finished going on and on about the wind that probably would kill them once they were on those stupid brooms. "Professor would it be possible for the ones that only are here for your class to do the lesson on the ground or possibly a research paper?"

She glanced at Skylar as the girl offered to help, "No need to help us,
we won't be using the brooms." Her hand squeezed Maxton's to reassure herself as much as him.

Cute boy give her strenght.

He became hyper-aware of all the nerve endings in his palm when he felt Zita slip her hand into his. A girl was holding his hand. In front of the whole class. In front of two professors. He would've been overwhelmed, but the prospect of having to fly a broomstick overwhelmed him WAY more and so Max squeezed her hand right back.

She was saying a bunch of stuff about taking Divination and not Flying and Maxton, too hesitant to speak up himself hastily began nodding in agreement.

Completely reasonable request he thought to himself, moving his free hand to rub the back of his neck which had begun to feel unusually tense. Zita had been resolute but super polite and surely Professor Baldvinsson couldn't force them to fly.

"Don't worry..." He didn't know what else to say but he hoped it was enough to comfort her at least a little bit.

Okay, Night didn't believe in Divination, as she had clearly stated in the last lesson, but this was interesting, this had actual science, at least somewhat.

Did she want to give a logical answer, or a sarcastic one? She decided on sarcasm, hoping she had made the right choice. "Well, it's like surfing. Have you ever heard of catching some wind? Surfing, flying, waterskiing...it's all a way of telling. But you have to master the equipment first, right? Like, you have to be able to feel the wind at your back, and feel it as you would an emotion.

Did that actually make any sense, or was that kind of a joke?

Shera still didn't believe in divination. But she was too polite to tell her Professor's that. What she didn't realise was that at least she was going to be able to fly, which would make the divination all that much more enjoyable.

The only question was how were they going to be using air to tell the future?

"Using our brooms to fly at different levels and see the changes in the wind? Using a spell to do that?" playing a game of quidditch? She could hope, but she knew better than to voice that thought. But that would definitely improve her mood on the whole divination thing....

Théo had no love for divination or was even taking it but flying that was his first love and was the reason he was here. He figured if he could just stay quiet and zone out through the divination parts of the lesson he could do fine and even might enjoy it. Oh professor groundskeeper was asking a question.

Eh Théo didn't know how to read the wind or that it was even possible. He just didn't like it slapping in his face that's about it. It was just a inconvenience and not something Théo hated or anything because you get used to it as a chaser depending on what side your goal posts are.

Could they move onto some actually flying now, please

Uh?

Anem- what now? Blink. Blink.

Yeah, she had absolutely no idea what that was. It probably didn't help that a lot of her attention was already fixated on polishing the handle of her broom as well as clipping an bristles that weren't perfect. She did pick up a bit of what was being said by Professor Vance though. Apparently this form of divination had to do with the study of the wind. It sort of made some sense now being as to how when one was up on a broom flying it could get very very windy, especially if they were going super fast and the wind was zipping by turning their cheeks all red and messing up their hair.

Up went her hand into the air. "Can we study the temperature of the wind? Like a freezing cold wind in the winter months or a warm summers breeze? What about the sounds the wind makes when it rises by you through the tree tops?" It made sense to her since they were discussing the wind but she hadn't the faintest clue just how they would be doing that.

Ah right, Zita was very strong-tempered, as Skylar would have expected and she just watched and listened to her argument. But maybe she could give it a try? Unless she would like have a panic attack while on the broom? Skylar, however, was determined that people would see the merit of flying and Maxton of ALL people, should understand how great it was. Given his father and sister, especially.

Speaking of flying, did Professor Vance fly?! Tilting her head at the blond, Skylar frowned because she had never in her five years pegged the woman for a flyer and yet this lesson... well, maybe? And now the Slytherin Captain wanted to know ALL the things, like - did she play for her team? Who was her captain? Was it West Odessa? No, Professor Vance was older than West, wasn't she? Did she have any strategies and divinatory words of wisdom to pass on? Why hadn't Skylar thought of talking to her before? Oh, probably because she taught a subject that was so .... hypothetical and not very concrete in nature.

Oh wait, question, which was the part of Divination that Skylar could be on board with, because it was theoretical. "Anemoscopy involves observing the wind direction and strength. Which includes the shape of dust clouds lifted by it." Which actually, brought her to a question that Zita brought up, about wanting to do the activity from the ground. Not that she wasn't on board with people flying, because she would never NOT promote people to give flying a try. "So one of the methods that it could be done is by posing a question and then you toss dirt or sand or small seeds into the air. The answer comes from observing the small cloud of dust made by the particles. You could also use a pendulum too, positioned over a circle graph of letters or runes. And then there's also some that believe in listening to the wind and interpreting its sounds... that whole, whispers in the wind phenomena." Which were all methods that could be observed from the ground.

Laurel waited a minute or two to see if any more students wanted to offer up a guess. When nobody did she patted Haraldur on the arm before addressing the students."Very good everyone! It seems like you all have some idea of how we can read the wind around us. As i said before we are focusing on Anemoscopy eg, wind divination today and you are all going to be acting as anemosomancers when you will be reading the wind for direction, speed and sound.

How to do that I bet your all wondering right now well we've got two alternatives that you'll be able to choose from. The purpose for you wind readings today is going to be centred on each of you predicting your outcome in today's game of flying sport that Haraldur will soon reveal."

"The first alternative is to fly up high into the air on your broom with a bag of sand from the sand sack at my feet. On a height your comfortable with you pose a yes or no question like for example 'Will I be knocked off my broom in the game? Will I become the winner?' before tossing a big handful of sand into the air and interpret the sand cloud it forms for your answer factoring in the winds speed, direction and sound." She paused for some minutes to let that sink in.

"The second alternative for those dead set on not flying high up on brooms and can't force themselves to do that they can rip parchments into small pieces and write yes and no on them. Then they pose their yes/no question for their outcome in the game and release their papers into the wind and the paper piece that hits the ground first hold their answer. They of course have to factor in wind direction, speed and sound into their interpretations too. No matter what option you choose you can refer to your textbooks for helpful wind information. Now get to work you've got about 45 minutes!" Laurel ordered. While she had spoken she had in a timely manner demonstrated both reading alternatives to the students.

SPOILER!!: Unfogging the future page 100; Wind info

Wind direction:
South - good omen
West - bad omen
East - good omen
North - bad omen

Wind speed/strength:
If the wind blows strong and then suddenly calms before starting up again it's a forewarning or dire times or bad circumstances ahead.
If the wind is strong and doesn't calm it's a good sign of joyful times ahead.
If the wind blows in small whirlwinds in a dusty area it indicates coming rain.
If the wind is strong and sudden it indicates that the rain will be heavy.

Wind sound:
High sounds that doesn't calm and keeps increasing - bad omens
High sounds that come and go - good omens
Quiet sounds that is persistent - good omens
Quiet sounds that calm and pick up - bad omens

OOC: Wind practice is up! You've got 3 days until Wednesday @ 6 pm GMT+2 to complete the wind reading activity and post your interpretations.

Alternative one: Fly up high into the air on your broom with a bag of sand from the sand sack Laurel's feet. On a height your student is comfortable with you pose a yes or no question like for example 'Will I be knocked off my broom in the game? Will I become the winner? Will I lose?' before tossing a big handful of sand into the air and interpret the sand cloud it forms for your answer factoring in the winds speed, direction and sound.

Alternative two: Rip parchments into small pieces and write yes and no on them. Then they pose your students yes/no question for their outcome in the game and release their papers into the wind and the paper piece that hits the ground first hold their answer. They of course have to factor in wind direction, speed and sound into their interpretations too.

Pick the practice alternative that suits your student character best and have fun with it! Be creative! Be wacky! If you want to team up you can. If you have any questions or concerns then just post them in the thread and label your post 'professor help' or similar and I'll answer as soon as i can.

Flying and Divination in one lesson?

This was sure to be interesting.

The fourth year headed down to the quidditch pitch with her broom one hand and her books in the other. This was one of those times that she could really have used Slate to carry things for her. He always offered to carry her things went he was around. And he never seem to mind it either. She thought that secretly he enjoyed it. So she let him. It was kind of cute actually. Also she didn’t mind him doing it.

Once she got down to the pitch, greeted the professors, She sat down and got straight to work, on her broom. She needed to do this anyway for the next practice. She first started by clipping off some of the frayed twigs of her broom and cleaned out anything that was stuck in the broom tail. Then cleaned the foot pegs and polished the handle.

By time she had finished maintaining her broom Professor Vance had started the lesson. Anemscopy? Hmmmm…. She really didn’t have an idea about this at all. She raised her hand, it was just an idea. ”Do you use weather veins? To tell which way the blows, does each direction predict something different?” Well if you just used weather veins then why was this a joint lesson with flying.

Obviously she was going to go for the first option. She had bought her broom out her and was ready to fly. Plus the extra little bit of flying she got to do the better. So Juni walked over with her broom and picked up a sandbag. Tucked it under her arm, and she was ready to go.

She kept a hold of Maxton's hand because one she was able to keep her hand from shaking if she was holding on to him and two he was a cute boy and any chance she got to hold hands with a cute boy she would do it. Her lips curved up into a smile when her head of house said they didn't have to fly. See Professor brooms for brains they weren't in his class alone.

Even though she wasn't flying there was something about that sand in the air thing that made her question everything and her free hand was up again,
"Should they wear protective eyewear or maybe all of us wear some if there will be sand flying through the air?" If they already mentioned this she hadn't heard since her focus was not flying because no way was she going up in the air.

Turning to Maxton and finally letting go of his hand she gave him a smile. "I have some parchment in my bag, I always come prepared to write things down. Gossip things of course, but she did have parchment and quills, so she walked over and grabbed them. Taking a seat on the ground and patting the spot beside her she started writing the yes or no on the parchment.

Max breathed a loud sigh of relief when Professor Vance confirmed that they wouldn't have to fly. Thank Merlin for that. It would have been completely inhumane to force them to fly but crazier things had happened at this school so...

It was a bit chilly to be sitting on the ground but if she could do it, so could he. He'd been wimpy enough already. The shy Slytherin moved to sit crossed legged on the patch of ground Zita had patted. He grabbed a spare quill and started jotting down his own set of yes or no's.

He cleared his throat awkwardly before looking up and offering Zita a small but genuinely grateful smile. "Thanks by the way. I'm... I'm not great at speaking up." He looked back down and wrote on a few more pieces of parchment in preparation for the task. "I'm glad you were here." He really meant it.

Well, of course Professor Vance didn't get it. What had Night been thinking, bringing up Muggle sports? That people actually paid attention in Muggle Studies? She knew almost everyone but the Muggleborns practically slept during that class.

And what was Vance saying? Something about the day's activity? Night considered her options. She didn't exactly want to fly with the weather like this, but the alternative sounded incredibly boring, not to mention wasteful. So, flying it was. She went to pick up a small bag of sand, hoping that her sand would prove good omens. Not that she believed in Divination, but she had to keep reminding herself that this lesson had a certain science to it, definitely more than the last. And weren't storms bad omens in many cultures anyway?



Well, Night didn't need to be a genius to know that the wind was strong and sudden, or that there were heavy rains coming. She understood weather patterns well enough for that. She started to say something to the professor about this, but then held her tongue; she didn't want to lose more house points.

She mounted her broom, hoping it would hold her. Using only a piece of wood for support seemed very unsteady, even after a few lessons, and she didn't trust it in the least. Three feet, she decided. That was how high she'd let herself go.

Night kicked off and started to open the bag of sand, when suddenly, there was a strong gust that picked her up and then calmed suddenly. Hmm, what was that again? Bad omens? What a joke. However, she was way past the three feet point she had promised herself, and was steadily soaring upwards, and she didn't really know how to stop. Night took a second to think about her direction, worried about her increase and the direction she was headed.

Uh-oh. It was north, in the direction of the lake. And today wasn't really a good day for swimming. What did north mean again? Oh yeah, bad omens. Laughable.

Now, Night was plummeting toward the lake. The wind didn't calm around her. It seemed to be [/B]steadily getting louder[/B], actually.

Night was panicking. She didn't know how to stop her broom. Then, suddenly, she was flying through the air with no support, and then --
SPLASH!!!

She had landed in the freezing lake. She looked around, tears welling in her eyes. "Someone, help me," she called, hoping she was loud enough. She started to swim back to shore, fighting against the wind, but it was too strong. She decided just to tread water until someone, preferably somebody with flying skill or immaculate swimming abilities, could come help her.

Looking back, though, all the wind predicted bad omens. Was this Karma for not believing in Divination, and for voicing it to the professor? Or just a bad wind day? She shivered. What on earth had happened?

Vi glanced at Ace momentarily, wondering what option he'd pick. She was about to ask when she heard a cry for help. Huh? She turned her gaze in the direction of the younger year and saw a girl (Night) in the Lake? OH MERLIN. It was freezing out here. If that girl didn't get out of the Lake soonish, then... then... She gulped. No. No. No. No first years were going to die on her watch.

Without a second thought to the strong winds or the height to which she flew at, she mounted her broom and headed over to the girl. She zipped over to the girl and then leaned over. Taking out her wand, she cast a non-verbal levitation spell, hoping that would get the girl out of the water.

If not, she reached out to the girl, lowering herself even closer to the water. "Take my hand," she instructed with a smile as she waited for the girl to grasp her hand. Hopefully the levitation spell she had cast would give her the extra push... Perhaps she should have used the Rocket or the Hover charm instead.... ?

Hmm... Levitation should do the trick. Vi had a couple of heating spells on her mind that she could apply to the young Hufflepuff.

Wind divination. Well, Daehyun had never been skeptical about these kinds of things, so he was going to give it a shot, even though he was horrible at interpreting any sort of readings in all forms of divination. And paired with flying, the other subject where he was a complete disaster - and that was putting it lightly - it was going to be quite the lesson.

His eyes widened upon hearing the words flying sport, because he didn't do sports, and flying was just a big no-no, and together? May Merlin have mercy on his soul. Anxiously chewing on his lower lip, he glanced at Shera, next to whom he remained glued because she promised she would help him with his disastrous flying skills, his eyes begging her for help. How to help him, he did not know. Maybe she could jinx him and send him to the hospital wing and excuse him from public humiliation on a broomstick - yep, that sounded like a brilliant plan.

But then - oh, the blessing - he'd heard the alternative option for those like him, and he didn't dare meet Shera's eyes again, because he had a feeling she'd convince him to get on a broomstick and join the activity. Instead he ripped a piece of parchment from his bag and scribbled a yes on one piece, and a no on the other, and thought to himself, Will I ever be a decent flyer? and threw the pieces of parchment in the air.

Moving to pick the first one that had touched the ground, he pursed his lips to keep himself from giggling upon seeing the no he'd written earlier.

Next he'd picked up his textbook, and searched for interpretations. The parchment had flown towards West, and of course it was a bad omen. It had been blown with a lot of strength when he'd released it in the air, but then calmed down as it got closer to the ground, and- oh? A forewarning/dire times/bad circumstances ahead? A sound he didn't quite hear, so he was going to take it... as a good omen?

Sigh. Why was divination so difficult?

Night was grateful. Someone had heard her before things turned into a disaster. Shivering, she grabbed onto the older girl's hand and let her pull her up. She was uncontrollably cold, and she worried that her face showed it. Were her lips at all blue? She wished she could be up in the Muggle Studies area with a blow dryer (why did electricity only work in one part of the castle?), but for now, a towel would just have to do.

She looked at the girl who had helped her. "Thank you so much. You're Olivia, right? From Gryffindor?" She didn't really need to add the "from Gryffindor" part, since her robes clearly had the emblem of that house, but she was too cold to really think about that.

She didn't really want to ask either of the professors for a towel, so she tried the summoning charm, hoping she could muster the strength to perform it correctly. "Accio purple towel." At least she was in the Hufflepuff dormitories, by the kitchens. For the first time, Night really appreciated not being a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw, who would have to summon something all the way from the towers.

Luckily, the towel came to her easily. She was thrilled to see that her fluffing charm had remained, and her towel was warm and cuddly. As Night attempted to get warm, she wondered if whether sometimes, the boring option was better, especially if it were safer.

Speaking of which...she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. She ripped the paper in half and wrote yes/no. Will I warm up today?

The "no" paper came fluttering down first. Night sighed. But hey, she didn't believe in Divination anyway, right? And yet...could she have predicted her fall if she had paid attention to the wind signals instead of laughing them off?

She figured she would never truly know, and that was just fine with Amanda "Night" Dixon.

So then...sort of right, even if she didn't actually vocalize what she suspected would be the essence of this reading. Jessa glanced up at the sky while the Professor explained, finding she wasn't particularly inclined to get up off the ground and take to the air. On any other occasion, sure, but not when she could barely find the motivation to get out of bed that morning. What reason did she have to fly up there? A yes or no question that could or couldn't have been accurate?

Past experiences with Divination left her skeptical of expending too much effort on this sort of thing when she was already feeling so low. Typically, she tried to humour whatever practices were deemed "necessary" but Merlin, not today.

Jessa pulled her copy of her text from her bag as a means of procrastinating the action. Without much of any rush, she moved to the chapter, reading through all the possibilities. Arbitrary, as always. Divination always seemed to be just vague enough to work in any situation and this chapter was proving to be no exception. Most of it seemed up to interpretation. How strong was strong enough to be considered a bad omen?

Not thinking she'd get much of an explanation and being unwilling to try, the Prefect simply reached for a piece of parchment and wrote both the "yes" and the "no". Her question she would be keeping to herself but she released the pieces into the wind nonetheless. By the time they'd spun around each other and ridden the wind for some distance, the 15 year old wasn't entirely sure which had hit the ground first.

....


.......

Brilliant.

In light of her currently pessimistic outlook on life, Jessa would assume the answer was no and set about making the notes.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Parchment

Wind direction:
West - bad omen

Wind speed/strength:
Strong and then suddenly calms before starting up again - forewarning of dire times or bad circumstances ahead.

Wind sound:
High sounds that doesn't calm and keeps increasing - bad omens

...Yeah.....seemed familiar. She'd accept it. With her lab destroyed, this sort of reading came across as accurate in every way.

Zita moves a bit awkwardly on the ground, she hadn't really thought it through that the ground would be cold, but she would survive and once they had written their yes and no they'd have to get up anyway. "No need to thank me, I've been terrified of heights since I was little. I had this gorgeous tree house and wouldn't even go up into it until my father built this grand staircase and had all these cushion charms, even then it took me awhile to trust it." There was just no way she'd ever get on a broom.

After giving him a quill and parchment she began writing yes and no on it over and over. Did they only need it once? Well if they were throwing it up in the air she assumed they may need more. So after doing it about five times Z put the quill back in her back and started ripping the yes and no's so they were each individual instead of one big parchment.

Standing up she looked at him, "So I need to ask a question and throw it up, that doesn't seem to hard." She had a playful grin on her face,
"Oh magic wind, do you think I'll be kissing Maxton at some point this term?" She threw the pieces of paper and watched the wind take it. Wow was it windy and they have certainly headed away.