It was pretty easy to tell that her new professor was hardly impressed by what she was seeing of Laura at the moment. She wasn't used to professors being anything but doting and impressed. It was hard to deal with! However, Laura managed to keep her composure and her cool.
"All right." She giggled as Professor Jones wiggled her fingers at the broom. However, her mirth was short lived. As Gwenog taught the rest of the class, Laura struggled to get her broom into her hand.
She noticed a few of her classmates laughing in her direction. Laura, used to seeing that sort of them, shot them a sunny smile that conveyed a lack of self consciousness she did not possess.
By the end of class, the broom would kick itself up on its slick bristles so the front of the stick would be in Laura's hand but that was the best she could do. Feeling frustrated and dejected, she quickly gathered up her things and put her head own when class was over before trying to make a quick escape.
Laura stopped when she heard the professor calling to her. Tossing her hair, she turned and gave her a bright smile. "Yes, Professor?"
"Laura Madley. I am a seventh year," she told her, knowing how bad it sounded a seventh year couldn't call her broom to her hand; the most rudimentary of skills. The fact she was in Quidditch robes only made her feel sillier.
Seeing the broom hovering nearby without so much as a command, Laura tried not to frown. Was the new professor showing off?