RP: Caractacus, Al
Who: Caractacus, Al Where: Outside, near Hogwarts Bell Towers When: 30 September, 2025 Summary: Flying lesson
After enduring daily flying activities with the flock of adrenalin-high, broomstick-wielding horrors, Al came to the firm conclusion that all children were evil.
Evil, perhaps not of the 'gnaw their way into your stomach, grasp your spleen, and control your brain' variety he suspected of Severus' Second Copy, but the sounds they made and the utter disregard for personal space they've displayed did proclaim them evil in Al's mind all the same. Perhaps they could be taught out of their wicked ways, in sufficient time and with sufficient patience, but for the time being, they remained the unpredictable mannerless little monsters who were better on a broom than Al was and weren't afraid to show it.
Al wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, renewed the drying charm on his glasses, and resumed his exercise of achieving higher speeds, which were much, much easier to work with when following a moving target (Severus), and not when focusing on the ground below while trying to avoid close collision calls with underage fliers above.