Lesson Two (Years 1-3)

[Arienne Devereaux]

Lesson Two (Years 1-3)

It was another gorgeous day, and Professor Arienne Devereaux walked swiftly toward the lawn where she would be meeting her art of flying first, second and third years. The castle towered over her, throwing a large shadow over the lawn. Her robes of bright pink billowed out behind her in a gentle breeze as she walked contentedly across the grass.

Perfect conditions for flying, Arienne thought to herself as she strolled around the quidditch pitch, seeing only a few clouds in the sky. Her crimson waves blew behind her as she reached the broom shed. This time however, she left all the brooms inside it, as most students had brought their own brooms to her last lesson. There was still plenty of time before class officially started but Arienne liked to be early. It gave her a sense of order, but also allowed her pupils plenty of time to get to class without being late. She leaned back against the door of the shed with a sigh, and waited, thinking about today’s lesson.

((I want to give everyone ample time to make it to class, so please be patient with me if I do not respond right away))

[hannah]

Hannah came to Flying Arts. ' Madem I may not be able to do flying arts for a couple of weeks...the nurse said I need to rest my broken arm for a few weeks. Said Hannah to the Professor.

[Arienne Devereaux]

The professor stared down at Hannah for a moment before speaking. "Okay, well, thank you for telling me. However, I would still appreciate it if you could stay for the lesson. Today I am going to give a short lecture before we get up in the air, so you can participate in that. And then, you can simply watch what we are doing until class is over." She looked down at Hannahs arm, and withdrew her wand fom her pocket. "Episky" the professor saidto Hannah after using a healing spell. "Hows it feeling now?"

[hannah]

Hannah looked down at her arm. ' It's still pretty sore. Replied Hannah looking up at the professor.

[Arienne Devereaux]

"It'll be sore for a while." Professor Devereaux told her. "Don't worry, you can still sit out for the practical part of the lesson." Arienne leaned back against the broomshed for a few seconds, thinking. Removing her wand from the pocket of her robes, she drew up a beanbag chair in pale blue. After a moment, she drew up four more identical chairs. "We might as well be comfortable for the lesson," she said to Hannah before indicating that she too, should sit.

((We really need a school nurse. ))

[Nocturne Kitasohma]

Nocturne came out, confusedly looking around. She ran a hand through her now short, spiky, crimson hair, before walking to the professer. "Miss, I don't know what to do..." She said awkwardly, "I've never even seen a broom flying before today, let alone got on one." she said, looking to the sky. Her gaze travelled to the quidditch pitch, which she stared at in awe, having never seen the odd wizarding sport.

[Arienne Devereaux]

Arienne smiled kindly at the first year ravenclaw before she spoke. "Have a seat," she indicated the blue bean bag chairs that littered the lawn before speaking again. "Don' worry. Today were going to have a quick discussion before getting up in the air. Last class I had every one going on their own terms, doing what was comfortable for them. It'll be the same this time 'round. We won't be doing anything you're not comfortable with." She paused, and followed Nocturne's gaze over towards the pitch. "I don't expect you to be able to win a race, or play quidditch. All I do ask is that you try your best, and I'm sure you'll do fine. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. Also, you're early, so you've got that going for you already." She grinned, thinking of her last lesson where so many of her students had been late.

[Zelma]

She sat down quickly rushing in, a mess and her broom on her desk.

[Arienne Devereaux]

((We don't have desks, to let you know))

"Welcome," the professor said to the gryffindor with a smile. As there was only one bean bag left, she drew up four more in the same color. There were still a few minutes before class began, so Professor Devereaux pulled a small lesson planner out of her robe pocket. She began to jot down a few notes so she wouldn't forget the additions she wanted to make to her lecture. She dipped a quill into bright blue ink (Arienne couldn't stand plain colored inks) and began to write.

[Daniella]

Daniella rushed onto the lawn where the Art of Flying class would take place. She didn't want to be late for this lesson. In her hand was her broom. Her loose curls blew in the soft breeze as she stepped on the bright green grass. She wore her usual uniform for school: her grey pleated skirt, her Ravenclaw colored tie loosened around her neck, her white blouse that was untucked and wrinkled, and her Ravenclaw scarf that hung limply around her shoulders. "Good afternoon Professor!" she greeted the professor with a smile. "I've come early so I wouldn't miss class!" Daniella announced proudly.

[hannah]

Hannah saw Daniella she waved with her good arm. ' Great to see you out and about again. Replied Hannah smiling at her. ' I missed you. Replied Hannah with yet another smile. ' Me and Kira had a duel earlier. said Hannah happily.

[Daniella]

Daniella walked towards Hannah. "Hey, great to see you too! How's your arm and scar feeling?" she whispered her question. "How'd it go? Who won?" she asked happily with a smile that matched her friend's.

[Arienne Devereaux]

Arienne grinned at Daniella. "Great!" she told the Ravenclaw prefect, "Have a seat, class is about to begin." There were three remaining bean bags on the ground, and Professor Devereaux hoped the rest of her students would show up. "Okay, will everyone please take out your quills and ink and parchment," she said, and, with a flick of her wrists, flat boards of wood appeared, hovering in front of each bean bag chair. These would allow the students to sit back and take notes comfortably.

"For those of you that missed the last lesson, most of us managed to call our broomsticks with the 'up!' command, hover, and even try going up high. This time, however, I'd like to give a small lecture before we get on our brooms again. For those of you that missed the last lesson, it was a basic review." Professor Devereaux waited just a moment before beggining her lecture.

[Daniella]

Daniella took a seat at a vacant bean bag. She set out her quill, ink, and parchment on top of the smooth surface of the wood. She listened to the professor with great intrest.

(( Sorry, writer's block. ))

[Casady]

Casady ran torwards the professor and asked panting, "Am I late?" and went and stood with her broom.

[connorweasley]

Connor walked to the Art of Flying class worried that he was late. He had made it to the field. "Sorry I'm late, but their was some problems at the bathroom...." said Connor trailing off from his sentence.

[darkness]

Miya rushed outside to the class, She was suppose to give Connor a message from someone. Miya had green hair with black highlights. SHe was wearing a green shirt and a black mini skirt.

[darkness]

((or is the class inside?))

[darkness]

"sorry i'm late' she said practically out of breathe. Her green hair with black highlights covering part of her deep green eyes.

[Casady]

"Oh here!" Casady shouted, "Sit by me!" Casady was waving and yelling for her to come.

[darkness]

"thanks" she said as she sat down" i'm Miya by the way" she said putting out her hand.

[Casady]

"Oh I'm Casady!" Casady said putting her hand out and shaking it. Casady moved her hand so Miya could sit there.

[connorweasley]

"So sorry, but what I missed?" asked Connor thinking of missing something important. "Oh hi my name is Connor," said Connor looking at the new girl.

OOC: Connor is sitting by Daniella

[Arienne Devereaux]

((no worries))
Arienne stayed in her seat as she began the lecture, she might as well be comfortable. She hated lecturing as much as she surmised her students hated taking notes. But, the class wouldn't be all boring, after the lecture they would have a chance to get up in the air.

" 'As every school-age wizard knows, the fact that we fly on broomsticks is probably our worst-kept secret. No Muggle illustration of a witch is complete without a broom and however ludicrous these drawings are (for none of the broomsticks depicted by Muggles would stay up in the air for a moment), they remind us that we were careless for far too many centuries to be surprised that broomsticks and magic are inextricably linked in the Muggle mind.' Does anybody know who said this?" she asked the class.

"Kennilworthy Whisp, author of Quidditch Through the Ages. Some of you have read this, I am sure. Those who haven't, it isn't mandatory as I specifically said there was no assigned textbook for this class. However, those of you who haven't read it might find it interesting, and you can find it in the library. " She paused for a moment before continuing.

"A flying broomstick is not simply a "normal" broomstick pressed into service as a mode of transportation. The flying broomstick is a magical item with built-in charms. Flying on a broomstick, particularly one which accelerates as quickly as a Firebolt, or Cleansweep 11, must essentially involve some form of magical protective field holding rider to broom and shielding against wind and gravitational forces. Without this, it seems unlikely that anyone could hang on when a Firebolt accelerates from zero to 150 mph in a mere ten seconds. Also, flying a broomstick doesn't involve actually sitting on the handle, which would be incredibly uncomfortable indeed. As a matter of fact, the rider floats a tiny ways above the handle. A spell creates the effect of an invisible pillow on the handle of the broom, and it’s called the Cushioning Charm, invented by Elliot Smethwyk in 1820." She paused again, and surveyed the scribbling students before continuing.

[Arienne Devereaux]

The professor looked up. "No, none of you are late. Any questions so far?"

[darkness]

"i'm Miya" she said as she smiled. "i have a message for you" she whispered.

[darkness]

((that was to Connor ny the way, sorry:)))

[connorweasley]

"What is it Miya?" asked Connor still scibbling down notes that the professor had said to the class. Connor had his hood on since he was outside. "Please hurry this is important," said Connor to Miya.

[Daniella]

Daniella's quill was moving very fast as she wrote down her notes at a fast rate, making sure she scratched down each and every word the professor told the class. She quickly paused to dip her quill into her ink bottle and continued writing down notes. After a few more scratching noises her quill stopped after Professor Arienne paused.

[darkness]

"i can't tell you right now...but i will later" she said back in a hurry while writing down notes.