Preoccupied with events since the dance, Theo nearly forgot about his meeting with Flint. Cursing himself, he ran from the castle and made his way to his destination, when he came to a stop he was out of breath and had to take a moment to catch his breath. "I'm.. not... late... am... I?" He gasped, as he waited for that pain in his chest to go away.
Now, the dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach was the idea of actually getting up on a broom. He knew he had to do it, or he'd never see if his ideas were good enough for the team. But, at the same time, he was secretly terrified of being off the ground.