He sips coffee as he sees the bundles of awkward little kids waddle onto the pitch. There are two lines of brooms, facing each other but decently spread out. "Welcome pip squeaks. I'm Proffesor Park, but feel free to call me Drew. If you don't already know how to fly, today is your lucky day. Pick whatever broom calls to you that is not already taken, and take the time to, you know, take it in. Once you feel confident enough, raise your wand hand over it and command it with the word "Up", to go up. Sound easy enough?" He smiles lazily.
OOC: Self moderate on whether they get it or not please