Lesson Four - Third Years

[Willow Hartman]

Willow whistled a merry little tune as she whizzed around the field near the teaching area, not too far off of the ground. She was just weaving as much as she could to make the flight more exciting, since the lack of height dipped it's excitement levels for her.

[Lars Ulric Wilhelm]

Lars walked onto the Qudiditch fields with his firebolt in hand and a smile on his face. There was no experience as freeing or exciting as flying on a broom. It was one of his favorite things to do and he'd been flying since he was little. He could tell that their teacher, Professor Hartman loved it as well. "Morning professor, nothing's better than a good day flying." he said.