"Hello, everyone. I'm Professor Lich. Firstly, welcome to Hogwarts! I hope you all are as excited as I am for First Year Flying Lessons this year. I will be teaching you how to ride a broom and different things about quidditch. Just want to let everyone know that it's okay if you don't get everything first try, and that's what practice is for. I'm glad to be teaching every single one of you and don't be afraid to ask any questions."
Growing up alongside, and playing with an aspiring Quidditch player and former two as well, Quinn was familiar with flying, moving onto the grass, moving to stand beside a broom and waiting for more instructions.
Grace had been flying since she could walk. Though she didn't fall in love with it, she was naturally confident that she'd probably fare a lot better than any of the others, especially those who were new at it.
He's about to start when students quickly file again, but firstly brings his attention to the student with the flute. "Hey! Uh, maybe put that away before we start? It's hard to learn instructions when you're playing music..." As soon as Oak's done with that, he turns his attention back toward the whole class. "Hello, everyone! I'm Professor Lich, and I'll be teaching you how to ride a broom and all about Quidditch this year. Lets get started, shall we. Okay! First thing to start out is commanding your broom. Keep it laying on the ground and stand next to it, moving your hand above the broom. Try to imagine it flying up into your grip when yelling up. And, uh, make sure to be careful and don't get hit in the head by the thing. Don't be afraid to ask questions if you have any!"
She'd confidently look at the broom commanding it up and it would flip up and into her hand hard enough that it actually hurt her hand a little as it smacked into the palm. She'd wince a little rubbing the palm with her other hand to lessen the stinging.
"Suck it up, Leprechaun! It's like riding a bike -- the trick is finding a small enough bike for ya!" He chuckles at his own joke. Listening to the instructions, he walks up to a broom, gets the right stance, and holds his hand right above the broom. With confidence, he calls out towards the broom, "'Up!"
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He looked down at the broom before sticking out his hand over it. "Up?" he said. The broom didn't move. "Up," he said a little louder, and the broom rolled around a bit on the grass. Finally getting frustrated he commanded the broom with a very strong voice "UP!" The broom shot up and whacked him in the head before hitting the grass again