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| Flying Lessons | ||||||||||||
| Good Morning. My name is Professor Maggie Lupin... YES, Ernest Bulstrode, 'the werewolf's wife... and I will be your flying instructor for your time here at Hogwarts. For many of you, first year will be your only time with me. For those of you with extraordinary talent on a broomstick, I will also be your Quidditch referee. For those less coordinated on a broom than on the ground, I may have you NEXT year, for extra lessons. As I prefer to teach the younger set, let us all hope none of you will need extra help in this skill. The first and most important lesson in flying is to KNOW YOUR BROOM. Unfortunately, at school first years are not allowed their own brooms... Mr. Bulstrode, Harry Potter was a spe- One more outburst in my class will see you suspended! Clear? Good. Now, I'd like you all to pick a broom. That broom will be yours for the rest of the year. I'd suggest to try a few out first. No taking off, just call it to yoursel- Oh, that's right, how stupid of me. Some of you don't know how to call a broomstick. It's actually quite simple. Stick out your right hand.. or your left, if you're left handed, and shout, "UP!!!" Then, catch the broom so it doesn't hit you in the face. Got it? Good. Now, run along to the broomshed and pick out some brooms. I'll be here waiting until you get- What the hell? Go on, I'm just going to Professor's Kamm's tower to find out why it's raining crystal balls. |
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