Thus far, the school brooms proved to be justifiably competent for those learning how to fly, but still managed to leave much to be desired. Rorie had dedicated every waking moment that she could to teaching herself how to fly, which was actually easier than she thought it would be. With flying classes and her experience in horseback riding, she’d succeeded in not being a complete disaster on the pitch. However that didn’t mean she was completely flawless in her execution. Today, for example, was one of her bad days, and for the umpteenth time, she hit the ground with a cry of frustration.

The cushioning charms helped her to, well, not mortally wound herself but that didn’t prevent damage from being done to her pride. As she was clambering up from the ground and brushing her robes off, she felt someone approach her from behind and turned to face them. “I know, that last turn was horrible.” She said preemptively with a snort, her breath puffing out in front of her in white clouds.