Two Feet off the Ground (First Years)

Axel walked out onto the field, an old broom clutched in one hand. He felt like a million bucks, out here in the fresh morning air. I'm about to fly, he thought with a smile, and looked up at the sky. He wondered what it was like to be up there, with no ground beneath your feet.

Ariella huffed angrily as she stumbled over robe for the fifth time as she walked out to the pitch. She had one of the schools brooms in her hand, one of the ones that hadn't been covered in cobwebs, and was unsuccesfully trying to hold up her long robes in her left.

When she finally reached one of the other first years, she was about ready to rip her robes to shreads. Setting her broom down, she flopped onto the grass criss-cross and pulled her hair into a ponytail.

Looking around she noticed that the teacher had yet to arrive so Ariella made due with playing with some pathetic strands of grass until the lesson started.

Nessie walked out to the flying field, knuckles white as casper's .. Nevermind.

She held her broom, which was a raggedy old thing used by her Uncle Klause, whom was her favorite relative.

Not watching where she was walking, she bumped right into a blonde haired boy.

Way to go, Nessie! You're such an idiot.. she told herself, blushing.

"Sorry.." She muttered, looked at a ginger haired girl, and sat down a few lengths from her, muttering under her breath.