Thread: Viola and OPEN watching flying lessons
What: Random encounters, could be plotty if you like.
When: Thursday afternoon, 19 September, outside!
Where: By the Quidditch pitch, where Viola is watching a flying lesson
Warnings: None, because we are ladies and gentlemen.
Viola had come out to observe the first-years and their flying lessons. Most of the students had come to Hogwarts prepared for their first attempt at broom flight; many also hoped for enough success to try for Quidditch as soon as they were permitted. But for students from Muggle families, where flight was still a fantasy save, perhaps, for the wealthy who might have tried a balloon or some such, flying lessons were a novelty, either amazing or terrifying or some combination thereof.
The flying instructor was demonstrating taking off and landing again for the students. Viola wasn't close enough to hear what was being said, nor the questions that the students were asking, but she was close enough to get the gist of the conversation. Still, most of her attention was taken by getting into the seats so she could settle and observe from a distance without, she hoped, distracting the students from their lesson. So distracted was she that she hardly noticed that she was not alone.