(T4 L1) History of Magical Transport

Kynan was excited for his first flying lesson as he got to do something outdoors. Okay, Herbology doesn't count, he reasoned with himself. It's about plants. Flying is a sport! Back at home, he loved sports and was a big fan of football. Learning a wizard sport seemed like an amazing idea. But his spirits were then crushed when he learned that the lesson would be inside.

He shook his head and tried to be positive. Maybe next time, he thought as he entered the classroom and sat down in a random chair. After taking out his books, he watched the Professor write down something on the blackboard. Kynan suddenly found himself very interested in the lesson and took down notes (which he always hated doing). When Professor Crown asked a question, though, Kynan had no idea what the answer was. He hadn't bothered reading his schoolbooks unless it was for some research. He looked around and wondered if anyone else was going to answer.

After finding the classroom with some difficulty Maya breathed a sigh of relief realising that she wasn't late. She quickly made her way into the nearest seat as the Professor entered the room. She realised she was sitting across from quite student Kynan that she had met out in the grounds and gave him a quick, friendly smile. Eagerly anticipating the subject as she had loved watching quidditch so far and loved all kinds of sports in the muggle world she took out her book, some parchment and a quill.

Maya watched as he started the class straight away and began to write on the blackboard, when he turned around and winked at the room of students she had to stifle a laugh, he was a good looking man she thought to herself.

"Is that how she invented floo powder?" Maya guessed as no one else had put themselves toward. She had travelled  it once before, but was very young so the memory was hazy.

Pointing suddenly at the Slytherin child after searching confused and befuddled heads, clearly racking their brains for an answer, Horatio smiles with glee, a huge admiration for the aspiring student right underneath his nose.
"Twenty points to Slytherin." He chuckles, patting the girl upon the head and shifting off her desk, coat tails following, to make long, slow strides further on into the depths of his small class.
"Floo transport! Everyone can use it!" He flails his hands into the air with clearness of what he's talking about. "Developed from the Floo plant, any witch or wizard that has their fireplace connected to the Network via the Authority of the Ministry, can travel to any other linked connection with a clear, precisely worded destination. It can also be used for contact by just sticking your head into the green flames. Also a great, proven way frighten the living daylights out of any unsuspecting victim." He laughs, remembering the Halloween punch bowl incident of 1998.

Picking up the piece of chalk with his wand from far away this time, he instructs the to write the answer along the numbered bullet-point; (The hand-writing is much more elegant than his straight-forward, non-joined capital block) 1. Floo Network.

2.

"Next!" He calls, twirling around from reaching the far wall and stepping between two of the back desks of the classroom. "The most dangerous method of transport, surprisingly, even has a term for a disaster involved with it's usage, it's that common. Many an ill-thought of destination or stray thought.. or even, youthfulness, can result in horrific injuries called 'Splinching', where wounds of merit can be struck upon the user, limbs being removed from the body and through this, even fatality can occur." He gives the wide eyes of seriousness to his whole class, placing his hands together and wiping his palms around each twin. "A wise Minister by the name of Wilkie Twycross gave us the rule of the three D's: Determination, Destination and Deliberation, to help significantly with people attempting to use this method for the first, or even the hundreth time.
Futhermore, you must be seventeen and a holder of a licence to really successfully know how to preform this action, or you ride, what's called 'Side-Along', if you are exempt from except within the company of a fully-fledged knowledgable. An-y thoughts class?" He puckers his lips in thought, waiting for the second answer.

After listening to Professor Crown's description of the second method of magical transportation, Ryland knew he had this one. The Three D's gave it away. Looking at the Professor, Ryland said: "That would be Apparition, wouldn't it, sir?"

Darcy listened closely to all that was said. She had known the transport to be floo powder, but she had been too slow. Next time, she thought. But the next time, she didn't know the answer. However, a Gryffindor replied to the answer, and she crossed her fingers that he was right, already feeling her competitive senses acting up for the house's hope to win the house cup.

Currently, that didn't really look too bright. But hopefully, they got the chance now.

Marie had slipped in and sat in the back of the class. Flying wasn't necessarily the subject she was most excited about, but it was necessary for first years. Nonetheless, she listed quietly as the professor began. His question wasn't too hard, but Marie was not inclined to talk aloud during class. However, she smiled brightly when she realized Maya had answered the question correctly.

The second question was a bit tougher, and she thought about the answer only briefly before her mind started to wander. Marie found herself looking around the room at her fellow students. This was going to be a long class.

Leon sat quietly in the room, listening carefully and taking notes. Flying was definitely a class he was excited about, and this information was truly fascinating to him. Of course he had no clue how to answer the professor's questions, but he was here to learn and he was definitely doing that already.

Maya smiled to herself, after Professor Crown patted her on the head and awarded her 20 house points. She took notes notes down as he wrote up some information on the blackboard.

She looked around the classroom as Professor Crown continued on with his lesson and realised it was a lot fuller now. When he asked another question Ryland answered straight away. Maya didn't bother wondering what he was doing in the class.

Maya proceeded to take a few notes on apparation as she wasn't too sure how it worked.

Finally Professor Crown started to talk about brooms. When he asked his question Maya began to rack her brains, the main ones were obviously the Nimbus range and the Firebolt. Her mother had an older broom at home but she didn't know if it was still even being made. "The Silver Arrow sir," Maya replied unsure of her answer.

Grace was relieved when she found out that she was just going to find out the history today. The teacher proposed a question. Even though Grace detestes the thought of flying, she does know quite a few models.

"There is the Twigger 90 made by Flyte and Barker and the Moontrimmer which at the time broke records. Oh, and Jocunda Sykes used the Oakshaft 79 when she was TW first person to cross the Atlantic Ocean by broom." Grace really liked history and learning. As long as it was just notes and questions.

Darcy loved Quidditch, but she really wasn't the best when it came to brooms. However, she raised her hand and cleared her throat. "There's the Firebolt, which was used during the Quidditch world cup in 1994 by the Irish, and also the broom of Harry Potter. There's the Nimbus 2000 and Nimbus 2001, the Comet 260, and the Cleansweep broomsticks," she said softly, not sure if any of those brooms were independent, but said them nonetheless.

Deirdre was sitting quietly up to now, only being there to listen. She had been surprised when the class turned to be indoors, but eventually she shrugged it off and started taking in all the information Professor Crown, with the help of some students, was telling them.
When she heard the last question and several answers to it, she took a breath in and raised her hand," There is the Tinderblast, produced by Ellerby and Spudmore in 1940, Professor." She hoped this one would be considered 'independent'.

Even though he was barely paying attention to the lecture, Kynan was surprised at the notes that were appearing in front of him. His mind was sleepy but his ears and hands were working hard. He could hear the Professor's words, but his brain barely registered them. All he understood were a few names of broomsticks, 'German' and 'company'.

When Professor Crown revealed from the back, Kynan wondered what they were going to do. Surely the classroom was too small for flying? Still, he followed the Professor's orders- he shuffled out his desk and then looked around, wondering what they were now going to do.

Maya held out her hand, shocked, when Professor Crown hit her hand for a high five. He was really cool, Maya thought smiling to herself, deciding that she liked him. His enthusiasm for the subject also made it hard not to like it. She wasn't looking forward to spending her first flying lesson in a hot, stuffy room, but so far it wasn't too bad and she had actually surprised herself with the knowledge she had stored away.

She laughed at his comment of the girls knowing more than the boys, it was true though. She looked around at the boys and noticed that they didn't seem too interested, she thought that guys liked quidditch, shrugging to herself she turned back around to Professor Crown as he was animatedly going through the history of brooms. He impressively went through each broom, giving the background knowledge of each. Maya sat there, her mouth hanging slightly open, gaping at the professor, wondering if anyone was taking in what he was saying as he was talking at a very fast pace.

Still overwhelmed and rendered dumbstruck by Professor Crown's long speech, it was a while before she gathered her thoughts and grabbed a broom. She looked down at it, unimpressed. The twigs at the end were bent at odd angles and she could feel it vibrating under her touch. Worried at how the broom would hold up as it appeared significantly inadequate, she returned to her desk and pushed it to one side.

Excited at the thought of finally being able to fly and show off her skills she impatiently waited for everyone else to ready themselves.

Deirdre was pleasantly surprised when the Professor 'low'-fived her for the accurate answer she'd given, and then smiled at his comment about girls owning the boys. True that, she thought to herself. After giving the girls their points, the teacher had started yet another lecture, which she wasn't really paying the greatest attention to. However, she did hear most of it.

After he finished talking, Prof. Crown revealed a rack with broomsticks and gave the class his orders to ' shuffle a bit their desks'. Deirdre was first unsure of what she was supposed to do, but then decided to follow his words and do as she was told. She wondered what they was going to do of it afterwards.

Grace sees Prof. Crown reaching out for a low-five, so Grace reaches over and accepts it. He was really cool, and he might actually get Grace through flying lessons. Five points, Grace was happy with that. Grace smiled when he said that girls were owning the boys, because it was true.

He started explaining the history of flying. Grace was fine with that. She grabbed her book and started noting down the keypoints of what he was saying. Then Prof. Crown asked for everyone to grab a broom and make some space. This wasn't good for grace. She was confused though, they were going to do it inside? She didn't question though.

Grace shuffled her desk over and moved the desk next to her over as it wasn't being used. Grace then walked over and grabbed a broom. It was actually quite light, despite how heavy it looked. Grace moved over to where her desk used to be. She now waited for the next instructions.

Darcy was positively surprised by the happy aura of the professor they had. She low-fived him when he walked past them, glad to have received some points for her house and answered somewhat correctly. She was amazed at the professor's knowledge, but at the same time, she thought that it was necessary to know as much of brooms as he did when he was a professor in it.

She looked at the brooms he presented and quickly went to fetch one, wondering what kind of spells they would be taught. Maybe how to balance a broom well, or how to make it fly and stuff. She smiled. She really loved Quidditch, so everything she got to learn was something she was overly happy about.

Evan was slightly upset by the fact that he had to move some desks. But no task could lower his spirit now, when he was going to get a broomstick. A real magical one, with enchantments, and able to fly. As a muggle-born, Evan didn't like to hold a broom before, because it always involved cleaning, and never flying. Now, however, his attitude towards brooms was quite opposite.

Standing by the rack, Evan was choosing a broomstick. This one looks better, twigs are put together tighter. On the other hand, its head is askew. Hm. Evan knew nothing about broomsticks and how to choose one. And, in this case, it didn't really matter which one he choose, they all were the same.

A minute later, however, Evan picked one and was ready to discover some more things about broom flights. We've got broomsticks, but there's a lack of space for flying. What is it going to be? Summoning a broom into our hands in some way or another? Probably. I would even bet on it, I think. Evan heard about commanding a broomstick but had no idea what it is look like. And he was looking forward to discover it, if it was really their next task.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. The professor was being over enthusiastic and unprofessional, and she wondered if all her other classes would be similar to this. Sliding her desk across the floor into the corner and pushing away another nearby desk, she walked over to the rack of broomsticks to take a look. As many of the students had already concluded, these were obviously beginner broomsticks, and she knew that they would be practically the same. Nonetheless, she chose one of the best-looking ones, with almost no scratches, neat twigs, and a straight handle stick thing. At this thought, Cassandra rolled her eyes. Really, Flying Lessons should be optional, or in the least simply a recommended core class, not a mandatory one. However, unfortunately, it was not her place to decide what classes had to be taken or not.

Grasping the stick of the broom tightly in her left hand, she made her way back to her desk stuck far in the corner, weaving and ducking in and out of the other students, one of which from momentary glance appeared to be swinging a broomstick over his or her head. Cassandra understood that they'd probably be floating or practising mounting their brooms, so she stood a little ways away from her desk with her broom sticks down held loosely in her left hand.

When Maya was comfortable in the space she had chosen, she looked around at the other students as they spread out from one another. Returning her gaze towards Professor Crown when he began to speak, Maya listened attentively. Maya raised her eyebrows, what was the difference between brooms and broom sticks? She glanced down at the broom she was gripping in her hand, but before she could ponder this thought anymore Professor Crown had pulled down the blackboard loudly.

Practicing the spell out loud with the rest of the class, Maya gripped her wand tightly, preparing herself physically and mentally to preform the spell.

Maya watched aptly as Professor Crown demonstrated the spell on his own broom, making sure to memorise the pronunciation of the spell. Mirroring the professors movement Maya did the same to her broom, hoping it would have the same effect, as she clearly and confidently said "Aresto Momentum." Feeling a weird sensation through her body, Maya quickly shook off the feeling and gripped her broom tightly. Confident that the spell had worked.

Maya glanced around the classroom gauging how well the other students were doing. Returning to her own work she decided now would be a good time to test out how well her spell had worked. Sitting upon the broomstick, she felt quite comfortable. Clambering off of it, a smile spread across her face as she felt that she had preformed the spell successfully.

Deirdre watched as the Professor demonstrated the action they were supposed to perform on the brooms they'd chosen before. She took in the information he'd given them and gripped her wand tightly, not wanting to take the risk of making a mistake and fail.

"Aresto Momentum." she whispered to the broom. She felt a pulse, aside from her own, running trough her body, and knew she must've done right with it. She smiled proudly with her success, occurring up to now. She sat on her broomstick to test it, confident now she'd done fine.