Lesson Four - First Years

[Viktoria Steinburg]

Vikki had decided that it might be good to split the classes into three seperate ones, instead of having the same people in one big class, it would mean that she would get to focus much more on the thigns that the different students could learn, as of course they were all different skill levels to each other.

Standing in the middle of the quidditch pitch she waited for her students to arrive, gently plaiting a strand of her hair to try and ease her boredom.

In her mind she focused on what the students would be trying to learn this lesson.

'Races, Minimal Distances from the Ground'

[Lars Ulric Wilhelm]

"Hello Professor . I'm Lars Ulric Wilhelm, just arrived here at Durmstrang. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Lars said, offering his hand to shake. Manners was something that was drilled into you in the Wilhelm family from birth.

"I do have my own broom at home, an original Firebolt. Hopefully, I won't be too bad at this. I know I missed a lot of instruction so far." Lars said. It might help her to know that had some experience flying, but was used to faster brooms. Maybe she could help him get used to the speed adjustment he knew he would have to make.