LESSONONEandTWO!introduction

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

Natalie was tired. Very tired actually. She had to admit, at first she thought the teaching thing wasn't so hard. It didn't look that difficult when she was still a student at Hogwarts, but then again... she had seen her Professors from a student's perspective and she should have known better than to judge too quickly. She had been working on her lesson plans for the past couple of days, luckily Flying happened to be more practical than written, and she was exhausted. Not that she complained... much. She knew what she was getting into when she chose her profession so many years ago, back when she was only fifteen years of age. A Gryffindor, young, courageous and enthusiastic. The very thought of getting to teach those who might be great one day excited her. The thought that she got to teach who might be the next greatest wizard of all time. All right, maybe that was a little too far fetched... but it was free to dream right? All in all, she knew what she was doing and she knew for a sure fact that all her hard work would pay off in the long run. Hopefully.

The sun was beating down on the fields that day, the weather was perfect for Flying. Lady luck seemed to be on her side. Not a single cloud in the sky. Natalie beamed at her own good fortune and began setting up. She filed up some brooms and set them neatly on the ground, by line of course. There were just enough for all of her lovely little new souls to teach. Her long, wavy, dark brown hair was free and loose, allowing the cool autumn breeze to flow through it... making her hair dance and show a slight hint of red at where the sun had hit it. Her chocolate brown almond eyes scanned around and see if everything was set. So far so good, everything seemed to be in order and according to plan, just how she liked it. She was a perfectionist by heart, so the planning thing was sort of in her system already. She was wearing some custom Professor's robes, she modified them herself. To be quite honest, she could pass off as a Seventh Year, despite being 21 years of age. She smiled as her watch showed that it was time for class.

She grew anxious since she saw that there weren't any students yet in the field. "Now, now... no need to get paranoid Tals. Calm down." she thought to herself, anxiously watching the second of her watch move. Tick... tock. Had her watch been jinxed? Why was it taking so long to reach a single second. It took all of her self restraint not to start pacing or call for a search party. Okay... that was melodramatic, but that was still the main point. Her breathing eased down once she saw her students filling in. "Oh thank Merlin and all my lucky stars..." she praised as she flashed a smile at her students, although toning it down a bit. The last thing she wanted was to be labeled as the 'all-too-perky' teacher. Well... with the lesson that she had planned out, that may just happen. Oh well. It was a Flying Class, for the love of all that's magical... it was supposed to be FUN and ACTIVE.

"Right." she managed to speak out, after a few awkward seconds of silence. Oh cut her some slack, it was her first class ever... the nerves were acting up, it was a good thing her smile was still evident. "So welcome to Flying, everyone! I'm assuming that a few of you know each other, but since I'm new here... we're going to do some introductions aaaaand since I know how boring that sounds, let's spice it up a little bit. Today we are doing introductions with a TWIST!" she knew how lame the old introductions was back in her day (wow, that made her sound damn old). Say your name, then sit down. She wanted to make a statement. "So, this is what you're going to do. You're going to fly up with the brooms, younger students who don't know how yet can just come to me and I'll give you a special introduction test, and spell your name in the air and come back down. Spell your name letter by letter in the air, put one definition about yourself per letter, come back down and just say your name. After that, don't sit down for a bit because that's quite a workout and sitting down immediately could cause a fainting spell. Since I want you all to see it first hand, I'll go first." With that statement, she put her broom in place and went airborne.

Once in the air, she looked down at her audience. Perfect viewing point too. With a few curves and stops, she made an N. "N is for Nice!" And, yes, she knew how lame that was. And she did the same for an A. "A is for Affectionate!" The same for a T. "T is for Tolerant!" And another A. "The other A is for Adventurous!" An L. "L is for Loving!" Okay... she needed some more adjectives, but that wasn't really the case. She didn't realize how fun her exercise really was! "I is for Imaginative!" She was starting to feel a little self-love going on here though... "E is for Enthusiastic!" Although eccentric could have worked there too. She swerved down to the ground and smiled at her class the moment her feet touched the ground. "Trust me, it's not as hard as it looks. It's actually quite fun. So... My name is Natalie. No need for the formal Professor Summers deal, Professor or Ms. Natalie will work. Natalie or Talie outside class will do too. So... volunteer?" she said as she waited for her first student volunteer.

[SO. Whoever wants to volunteer, just pretend I called on you already. Younger students, ask so that there will be more interaction. Post at least a decent paragraph containing 5 - 7 sentences per paragraph. No one liners, PLEASE! And... this post probably won't come out with one liners. I grade on QUALITY, not QUANTITY. So... yeah. And NO HOMEWORK. Be detailed... please? =D ]

[Maeve Campbell]

Flying! Just the word got Maeve's heart pounding. Life was all about magic in her eleven year old brain but at the top of the magic list was FLYING! She was so excited that she was practically bouncing on her toes. The day was gorgeous! Much better than the rest of the term had been so far. She lifted a finger to test the wind, it didn't seem like there was hardly any. That should be perfect for flying. She just hoped so much that the professor let first years fly.

Her mother had been adamant about Maeve learning to fly in school. Being Muggles in an all Wizarding town made the prospect of flying even more terrifying for her parents. Maeve didn't even have the benefit of her older sister and brother, Caryn and Lee, being magical. She always felt left out as her Wizarding friends were allowed to zoom around on their brooms or their older siblings' brooms while she had to stay on the ground. Despite this she'd had some little experience in flying. Being herself she'd managed to sneak off and fly on a friend's broom once or twice but they only let her fly on an old Cleansweep which was ancient beyond ancient.

Thus, it was with a light heart and great anticipation that she joined the throng of students gathered around the flying Professor. The pretty young teacher seemed scarcely old enough to be of age much less a Professor. Maeve allowed her small jaw to drop. This might be fun. A teacher close to our ages and who loves to fly!

As the teacher spelled out the lesson, ((sorry couldn't help the pun)) Maeve felt her heart drop. She knew there was no way she could fly well enough to spell out her name. She'd probably fall off the broom. So no fun again.

Sighing heavily, a frown marring her normally sweet expression she approached the Professor. "Ma'am? I'm a first year and have had no...umm hardly any experience in flying." Her pride wouldn't let her admit no experience at all. "Oh yeah, sorry, my name's Maeve Campbell. Gryffindor." Now she had her pride back. If nothing else she was extremely proud of being a Gryffindor. The House known for it's bravery and for spitting out the most famous wizard of all, Harry Potter.

[George Knox]

Though he was totally bored George didn’t want to get back to class. Sometimes it was enjoyable but sometimes it was the most boring thing on earth. Over the break his parents had a little talk with him informing that he had to apply himself more in class. His brother of course could do no wrong and regularly got praised for his work at Muggle University. George got praise from his parents about everything except for his education. He didn’t take it to heart though George wasn’t going to let something like that dampen his spirits. Classrooms were probably the only places that George knew exactly where they were. It sounded geeky but it was actually far from that.

George had a terrible sense of direction and was always getting lost. Having to attend class routinely he start to learn where the classrooms were. He had once thought about pretending to get lost so he arrived as class late however he decided sitting through class would be better than the punishment he would receive otherwise. With his supposedly improved attitude George had planned on getting up early. However in the morning when his alarm clock rung and grumble escaped his lips as he switched the alarm off and went back to sleep. Thirty minutes later George finally got his but out of bed and got himself ready for class. He was running a bit late but a jog to class would save him doing some exercise some other time.

Quickly spiking his hair up George grabbed his broom and left his room. He began jogging around the castle until he reached the entrance hall. Jumping down the steps George jogged along the paths nearly tripping over a couple of rocks on the way. Looking at his watch George realised he still had time and slowed his pace down to a fast walk. Why he was running to class he didn’t know, something was obviously up with him. Soon George had arrived a flying class. Standing there was a lady that seemed to be the professor and young Maeve who George had recently met. At least the professor was pretty it saved having to look and listen to someone less appealing. Hopefully her stunning looks wouldn’t distract him. Taking a place next to Maeve George listened to what they were going to be doing.

Introductions weren’t always fun and George had kind of been expecting it. He always struggled to find stuff about himself to talk about even if there was a lot to love. Georgie felt a little embarrassed about the way they had to introduce themselves. You had to do what you had to do though so picking up his broom George stepped forward ”I guess il go” There was no one else as Maeve needed a lesson so George mounted his broom and kicked off from the ground. It felt strange to be flying again after not doing so much over the break.

Now he was in the sky it was time for him to spell out his name. Lucky they didn’t have to use their last names or he would have to end up trying to come up with something for X. Swerving with his broom George flew a rather scruffy G and then attempted to think of something. ”G is for Great” He said attempting to shrug his shoulders a little. As he continued flying George drew an E ”E is for Exciting” Half of this stuff probably wasn’t true but he had to do it so coming up with stuff to get through the lesson was good enough for him. Drawing the O felt like doing a little bit of a loopty loop and after a second of dizziness he came up with something ”O is for Outstanding” Heck this sounded like they were reciting their ABC’s.

Flying on George drew himself an R ”R is for Ravishing” Where the heck was he coming up with such words? He asked himself this as he continued flying and drew himself another G. Guessing that he couldn’t use the same word again he came up with something different ”G is for Gorgeous” He chuckled to himself and flew on to draw an E ”E is for Enchanting” Now that he had finished his name George landed softly on the ground. After stepping off his broom George stood silently for a moment before remembering that he was to introduce himself ”Oh I’m George, George Knox your friendly neighbourhood Ravenclaw” It sounded naff but he was sometimes cheesy, it was one of his great qualities apparently.

[Riley O'Connor]

Riley got up early. She generally did, even though she stayed up most the night sneaking around the lake. She got dressed in jeans and a tiny little tank top and pulled on her robes; full uniform just wasn't appealing today, not with flying class first thing. Riley dug through her trunk and pulled out an out dated Firebolt from the bottom. It was old now, but in it's day it was the fastest broomstick one could buy, and it was still her choice for today. It was her mother's and she rode it proudly.

Riley walked down to the grounds where flying lesson were held. There weren't many students, and only one she recognized: a first year Gryffindor with no flying experience. The teacher was young and pretty. She seemed perky and fun. Riley almost groaned at the thought. She was more quiet and reserved, she didn't want a teacher trying to pull her out of her shell in the middle of class.

Riley listened patiently to Professor Natalie as she gave the instructions. This is going to be fun! Riley thought. If she was good at anything, it was flying. She grew up out of town near a wood where she could fly all day long without being seen. And she did just that all summer long. So, even though nobody really knew it, Riley was quite a talented flyer.

She waited through George (learning his name as he spelled the letters in the air) and stepped up for her turn.

She stepped onto her broom and pushed off the ground, just high enough for the assignment. "R is for really shy." She told her audience, as she flew through the air in a fancy script R. She smiled to herself at her talent. Being good at something was an odd feeling for her. "I is for intelligent." She swirled through the air in a swirly, cursive I. "L is for lonely." She wasn't sure why she had said that, and she began to blush, but she pushed back the redness by concentrating on the curly L. "E is for elegant." She wrote her fancy E in the air. Y is for youthful. She wasn't sure if that described her, but she didn't feel like wracking her brain for another word that started with Y. She wrote her letter and swooped down to the ground smoothly, landing gently in the grass. She unmounted her broom and laid it on the ground. She smiled proudly.

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

This was turning out pretty well. There were a some awkward silences here and there but she was glad that some students were able to do the exercise (there was no way in Merlin's name could she call her exercise easy). Then again, Natalie was always the type of person who just had to keep moving. She didn't know how or why she was like that, but she just was. The annoying ball of energy, the energizer bunny as some liked to call her. The moment she asked for volunteers, a young girl that looked no older than eleven approached her. But of course, most first years had no experience flying. It's a good thing she was always well prepared. She beamed at the young Gryffindor, looking at the patch on her robes. Natalie felt a little old, being addressed as 'Ma'am'. She didn't look that old, now did she? She'd rather not correct the girl, she remembered her days when she was eleven. She called every female Professor 'Ma'am' too. Karma had it's ways on coming back to someone.

"Alright, Maeve. Now since everyone else who knows how to fly, it will be down right unfair if I just allow you to say your name plainly and your house, no matter how awesome your house may be. And more importantly, this is Flying class! It's supposed to be fun!" she said brightly. "Now this is what I want you to do. I want you to cheer your name out. Use any part of your body to draw out the letters of your name and just... do it! And don't worry... I'll have you flying like a pro in no time." She added brightly. Hopefully she wouldn't find it too hard or too cheerfully annoying. Natalie often had that effect on people.

She watched happily as a young man stepped onto the plate and volunteered to do the introduction. Wonderful. "All right..." she said applauding him as he went airborne, reaching for the wand that was in her wand holder down by her feet. She summoned her clipboard and her quill and set them both afloat. With a simple nonverbal spell, she was writing down the young man's grades. Ravenclaw by the looks of things. She watched him do his introductions, silently pointing her wand at her clipboard with the quill writing down the notes that she instructed on it. Young George Knox has certainly made a good impression on her. She beamed at him and nodded her head as his feet touched the ground. She applauded him again, her expression pleased. "Good job... good job. Next?" she asked, looking hopeful once again.

She applauded the shy looking Gryffindor girl as she did her introduction in the air. The girl had talent, Natalie noted on that. There was definite potential. A little rough around the edges to an expert's eyes but it was impressive for such a young girl, Riley. The quill was still scribbling down the grades that Natalie had instructing on it, trying not to put little smiley faces on it. She applauded the girl again as she unmounted her broom. "Good job, sweetie. Don't sit down just yet, just stand and watch. You can sit down in about 5 to 10 minutes, that goes for everyone alright?" The last thing she wanted to do was send a student to the Hospital Wing on her first day. That would be embarrassing.

[just keep going... xD]

[Maeve Campbell]

Maeve watched George and R-i-l-e-y, oh Riley, fly their names out. It was great watching them confidently zoom around on their brooms. It was also disheartening knowing it would probably be a few lessons before she could do that. More like a few hundred. Still Maeve vowed that as soon as she was allowed to have her own broom she would practice night and day until she was as good as the two older students. As she made this vow she blithely forgot about all the homework that she would have to prevent such an occurrence.


"Alright, Maeve. Now since everyone else who knows how to fly, it will be down right unfair if I just allow you to say your name plainly and your house, no matter how awesome your house may be. And more importantly, this is Flying class! It's supposed to be fun!" she said brightly. "Now this is what I want you to do. I want you to cheer your name out. Use any part of your body to draw out the letters of your name and just... do it! And don't worry... I'll have you flying like a pro in no time."

Maeve brightened up at the mention of fun but immediately fell again at what she was supposed to do. Oh well, she thought, this is flying class. Make the teacher happy and I'll get to learn how to fly like them.

Forcing a weak smile Maeve stood in front of the two now grounded students and her teacher. Ummm, how do I make an 'M' with my body? She hunched her shoulders trying to make her head disappear between them and held her elbows up while letting her arms dangle from the elbows. She sure hoped it looked like an 'M'.

"Uhh, M is for Magical." Her fair skin was flushed with embarrassment, she knew she looked a right moron.

Holding both arms above her bright head she made a peak with them she spoke again, "A is for Awesome." She flashed a cheeky grin at the assembled students. Well, if I'm going to make a fool out of myself I might as well not be modest, right?, she asked herself irreverently.

Quickly Maeve tried to think of a way to make an 'E' out or her body. She bent over holding both her arms out and curled the top arm back in, making what she hoped look like a lowercase 'e'.

"E is for Excellent!"

Holding both arms up her head again she made a V with her arms. At least this one was easy. "V is for ummm, Victorious." Maeve's voice trailed off at that one, oh well, it was a V right?

Doing her twist and bend to make another lowercase 'e', Maeve hesitated, "The other E is for..." Her voice trailed off, as she thought furiously. "ummm Estrogen."

She blushed even hotter now as she straightened up. Still grinning, she figured that at least it was true. She walked back to stand with the rest of the group and see if anyone else had shown up yet.

[Hunter Kelly]

Hunter Kelly stepped out of the castle, his own broom in hand, yawned, and stretched his long arms above his head. He was a tiny bit late for flying, but, hell, he was a seventh year. The only reason he was taking this class was to have an excuse to fly around during the day. He looked around and spotted the flying class. Small turn out, he thought.

As he got closer he witnessed a tiny redheaded girl making a fool of herself. Must be a first year. Hunter caught the last bit of Natalie's speech and started thinking about how he should descirbe himself. When the small girl was done cheering, he climbed on his broom and sped into the air. "H is for hot." He winked at the other girl that was present, also redheaded. It's a good thing Audrey isn't here, he thought. We'd be completely over run with redheaded chicks. He continued spelling out his name and describing himself with random words and phrases. "U is for unbelievably sexy, N is for nocuous, T is for teasing, E is for entertaining, and R is for rougish." The tall blonde boy landed beside the extremely attractive professor. "Hunter Kelly, seventh year Gryffindor." He extended his hand as his mother had taught him to. "And you, Professor, are dazzling."

Of course, Hunter was partially kissing up to the cute professor, but he wouldn't mind just kissing her. Too bad she was a professor. "Are you old enough to teach?" he asked, before he backed away, winking.

[Julia McIntyre]

Julia was kinda excited. She hadn't flown in forever. And this class was bound to be full of hot beef cakes to stare at,or possibly do more. She walked out of the castle holding her broom to her side. She headed down to the field and was happy to find the hot guy from Defense Agianst the Dark Arts was there, plus another hot guy. Yay. God certainly did love her this year.

Interesting lesson. She watched as the others spelled out their name. Damn. That Hunter guy was indeed hot. Julia jumped up on her broom and flew up into the air. Great. What is J for? Joyful, Jumpy, Jealous, Jolly. Ughh. Single worst consanent. "J is for Just Awesome." She began at the bottom and quickly finished at the top. "U is for Unique, L is for Loquacious, I is for Independent, A is for Adventurous," she finished off quickly and landed gracefully on the ground. She was a little rusty, but it was pretty good overall.

[Cady Berg]

Cady arrived at class on time, smiling a greeting at the teacher and other students already gathered together on the grass. The Gryffindor grabbed up a broom from the ground and listened a little apprehensively as the professor explained how they were to introduce themselves. Okay, a little daunting and a bit of the change from the whole "Hi, my name is Cady, I am 14 years old" hoo-ha she was used to to say the least, but it did seem like it could be fun if one could get past their fear of flying straight off their broom or something akin to that.

Cady smiled nervously and thanked her lucky stars that she had a relatively short first name before hopping onto her broom and kicking off of the grass with practiced ease. As soon as she'd ascended high enough into the sky, she took a deep breath and pointed the front of her broom in order to start making a C in the sky.

"C, for... ummm... crazy!" she said lamely, finishing off the curve of the letter. She probably should have thought about what she was going to say before she started, but oh well. No stopping now.

"A, for adventurous!" she said proudly, going on to the next letter. She was a Gryffindor, after all. And this was kind of fun, now that she really thought about it...

"D, for determined!" She certainly could be stubborn when she wanted to be and unrelentless in pursuing her goals.

"And Y, for... um... youthful!" Okay, not the best of choices, but how many Y adjectives were there? And at only 14 years of age, she was sort of young, and did have a youthful energy to her in general.

Cady pointed her broom back to the ground and dismounted, being careful not to sit down just yet. She gripped onto the handle and smiled sheepishly at those whom had watched her. Kind of awkward. But okay, it had been fun. She'd give it that.

[Riley O'Connor]

Riley giggled ridiculously as Hunter spelled out his name in the air. God, what an idiot. Although, he's oddly charmy. And STUPID! Riley reminded herself.

He winked at the other girl that was present, also redheaded

Riley turned red from her neck up to her red hairline. She wasn't used to that sort of flirtatious attention. Although she took it with caution. From the wat Hunter was acting, he flirted with every female in sight. She wanted to laugh some more. Or throw up. HA!

[Reginald Lancelot]

Reggie scurried towards the grounds, anxious to get to flying on time. Although that seemed rather impossible, seeing as he was already about ten minutes late. Damn him and his terrible sense of direction ... Technically, the Hufflepuff would've been about fifteen minutes early, but he had been sitting all the way on the other side of the lake like an idiot, thinking that's where the lesson was supposed to be held. After twenty minutes, he realized that he was probably wrong, and quickly headed off in the right direction. When he arrived at the actual lesson, the maroon still had not disappeared from his pale cheeks.

"Sorry ... professor ... got ... lost," he panted out, leaning over to nurse the stitch in his side. Maaan, he needed to get more active. He was getting sorta chubby. Reggie breathed deeply, attempting to catch his breath. As he did so, he realized what the assignment was. WHAT?! First lesson, and they already had to fly? The redhead sucked at flying, to put it lightly, which was why he was taking this class. I mean, if he totally owned at it, there would be no point, right? Right. His blue eyes glanced at Maeve who seemed to be new at flying, too. She had had to cheer out her name, which he supposed he should probably do.

"Err ... I'm gonna do the, uhh ... cheering thing." Shizzlefritz. Now he was gonna look like a girl. One of his sisters was a cheerleader at his Muggle school, and he didn't really like them. They seemed to happy. But, alas, if he wanted to do well in this class, he needed to follow the direction. Sighing, he began to clumsily shape his arms and body into the letters of his name. "R is forr ... redhead? Yeah!" This wasn't that hard, just made him feel a tad idiotic. "E is for elephant!" Reggie paused to make an elephant sound, blushed, then continued. "G is for great! I is for izzle! N is for nice! A is for awesome! L is for loser!" ... Well, dang, now he was insulting himself. "I mean, L is for LUCKY! Yeah, lucky. And D is for ... erm ... dancer?" His brain was dead right about now, mainly from embarrassment. Once he was finished, he stood awkwardly. Everyone was probably gonna tease him for the rest of his life.

[Watson James]

Watson ran down to the grounds. She was ridiculously late for class, but maybe she would be graciously excused, being that it was the first day of term. She made her way to the line of students standing next to brooms. She secretly pouted about not having her latest model broomstick here at Hogwarts. She had been absolutely forced by Will to leave it at home becuase broomsticks weren't allowed to first years. She hated it.

Watson took her place next to an unoccupied, school-issued broomstick. It was nothing special like the one she had waiting in her room at home. She watched as another ridiculous looking first year Hufflepuff spelling his name out with his body, describing himself using adjectives starting with the letters in his name. She couldn't help but laugh.

Watson stuck her hand out over her broom. "UP!" she commanded. It rose up into her hand. She smiled at her sucess. "I'll go next," she announced, realizing she was the only first year willing to spell her name out in the air.

She walked out to an open area in front of the class, mounting her broom, kicking off the soft ground, and rising smoothly into the air. "W is for weird," she projected, swishing through the air in a small neat W that resembled her hand wrting. "A is for artistic!" Watson formed a lowercase A in the sky. "T is for terrific," she laughed, feeling ridiculous. "S is for SLYTHERIN!!!" She wrote a snakey S above the other students heads. "O is for original," Watson flew a little higher, making a large loop, skimming the ground as she formed the bottom of the O. "N is for not really normal," Watson made her N and swooped to the ground, landing gracefully in the exact spot in her line of students. She smiled at her success as a first year flier, and sat her broomstick on the ground, pushing her hair out of her face.

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

Natalie was growing more ecstatic by the second. She was very happy that her students were such good sports and they actually did what she wanted them to do. Back then, most of the Slytherins would have probably called her an old hag or something. Oh the memories. The youth today were a lot nicer than her batch, she'd give them that. The sun was still beating down warmly on her little crowd and the breeze was comfortably cool. It was a very nice day for flying class indeed. Before her class had even started, she was worried of her outcome. Was she expecting too much of her students by asking them to fly in just the first day? Oh well. No pain, no gain right? There's no harm in a little challenge, right? Right? It's too late to change it now, anyway too so it shouldn't really matter if she was too hard or not. Judging by the smiles on her students' faces, they actually enjoyed flying class. "I love my job. I love my job." she chanted to herself silently, her smile never fading from her face.

She watched her students do her task and the special task for those who weren't as experienced for the others. That must have been embarrassing, cheering out one's name like that. Oh well. Like the French once said 'Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity.' She was part French... SO THERE. The students were liberated from the norm of introductions, they were treated equally in their tasks and she was bonding them into one Fraternity... one single class. House Untiy, anyone? She applauded the young girl, Maeve as she had previously stated before, for sheer nerve and for actually doing the cheer. She then smiled at the next boy, a few years younger than her by the looks of it and it seemed as though he was flirting with every female in sight... even her. She found that quite laughable. She let out a small giggle and shook her head lightly. "Good job, Hunter." she said, still smiling. "I assure you I'm old enough to teach, sweetheart. And child, I'm old enough to be your auntie."

She then watched the two girls, Julia and Cady do their flying routines. They did an exceptional job and she applauded them, too. She showed no favoritism for anything... equality, remember? She gave them both an encouraging smiled and gestured for them to rest. "Remember, don't sit down just yet. I don't want any fainting spells on my first day." she said with a wink, although she wasn't kidding one bit. She was serious, even if her tone was playful. She looked at her small crowd and it seemed as though that there were going to be a few late comers, according to her roster. Then a small, redheaded Hufflepuff came into view. That struck a certain chord as she remembered a certain redheaded person in Hufflepuff during her term as a student in Hogwarts. She gestured him to hurry up, even though he looked like he was going to pass out. He was late and he looked tired. She smiled at him sympathetically, oh yes... she had a lot of smiles. His cheeks were red, she guessed from embarrassment and from being tired. He said he got lost. It was the first day... she'd cut him some slack. "It's alright, sweetie." she said, pushing her hair back.

She watched him do his routine, from the looks of it... he was extremely embarrassed from his feat. She smiled and applauded him when he was done. "Wonderful, Reginald. Good job. Take a seat after five minutes of resting. Like I said... no fainting spells on my watch." she said gesturing him back to the crowd. Then a small slytherin girl went for her turn. She smiled at her as well and watched her flying routine. She nodded and approved of her routine, and... once again, she applauded her. "Good job, Watson." She was slowly beginning to get the feeling of 'saying-good-job-itis'. She often said something too much, anyway. Her students would just have to get used to that. "Now... anyone else? Refreshments are over there." She then pointed her wand and nonverbally conjured some ice cold water and some of her home baked cookies in the air... free for anyone who wanted something. And they weren't poisoned... promise!