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The walk to flying was a nice relief for Nolan, and certainly the high point of his day so far. Not only was he excited for his first lesson in which he would know what was going on, he also got to spend the walk telling Caelum and Chandler about Quidditch.

He told them of the thrill of flying and of his misadventures trying out Judoc's Cleansweep Fifteen the past summer. He filled them in on the various positions involved in Quidditch, as well as the balls. The walk wasn't too long, but by the time they got to the courtyard, he felt he had covered the game well enough. He wondered if it was too early to offer to invite them to go see the Ballycastle Bats with his family next year. They didn't go often, but his dad generally tried to take them to at least one match each summer. 

A few moments later he was lined up with the rest of the first years, staring down at his broom. Of course he knew he could do it. He'd been flying around the neighborhood for six months now. And yet, what if the broom refused to come up and everyone saw that he was just as bad at this as everything else? He shook the thought out of his head. That way of thinking made you fail for sure, he knew from experience. He simply breathed and imagined how fun it would be to fly out over the lake and smiled. Cursing a teacher position was easily out of hi range, but this, this was an attainable goal.

"Up!"

The broom rose slowly but steadily up to his hand. It wasn't as quick as some of the others, but something told him it was the old broom that was at fault here. He gently got onto the broomstick, holding onto the handle with a steady grip. There were already a few students zooming about, some on purpose and some on accident. However, he knew from experience that just taking off before getting a feel for the broom was not a good idea. Especially on old school brooms that didn't get used often. With a look of concentration he rose slightly off the ground and drifted past Chandler then over to Caelum. Sure he wasn't a natural like Tidus or Judoc, but he'd been working at it. Just as he reached Caelum, her broom flew up into her funny bone. Stifling a chuckle, he floated in front of her.

"Don't worry. That happened to me a few times. Actually it hit me in the face once. I had to go to my aunt's wedding with a black eye." 

He didn't mention that the black eye had actually been from one of the Weasleys' boxing telescopes his cousin had tricked him with, but this version of the story would probably make her feel better. Thinking he had gotten a good feel for the broom, he leaned forward and pulled his broom up zooming away from the ground. From this height, he looked out across the lake then toward the forbidden forest. Either looked like a great place to explore. And what better place to start than with a view from above? 

But now wasn't the time. He did a few rounds of the courtyard, trying to gauge the highest speed he trusted this broom with. If he went to fast it started to tip forward a bit, which wasn't fun. And something told him he didn't want to have to brake on it to quickly. After the rounds he rose to the highest point he could reach without the broom shivering, and hovered for a while looking out at the majesty of the castle and grounds. He could get used to this.
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