Flying - Lesson 1; 5th Years (Make-up)

Skye sighed, wondering how on earth she was going to fly this year. She hadn't made her house team yet, probably because she hadn't ever tried out. She was a bit preoccupied actually. Skye hitched her Firebolt higher up on her shoulder.

The flying professor was standing on the field, broomstick in hand. Skye over to the group gathering there, wondering why she even bothered to take this class. She was flying fine already. She tuned in for a moment, heard something about "mounting hanging from broom". Skye guessed that this meant when you're hanging from the broom: how to re-mount it. At the moment though, she didn't really care.