Jameson felt something hard collide with his head, and in turn he fell forwards. A series of crashing followed this as he toppled over buckets, brooms and anything along those lines. He grumbled to himself as he pulled the bucket off of his head and stood up once more. Fairly disgruntled, he collected the broomsticks and tucked them under his arms before he left the sporting equipment room and walked out into the middle of the Quidditch Pitch where he would be holding his classes. He set out the broomsticks on the ground just as the students arrived, and with the last one in place he was ready to start the class. He stood at the head of the group and smiled cheerily at the students.

"Welcome to Flying!" He exclaimed happily and motioned to the broomsticks. "Please, come and stand beside a broomstick. Firstly, without looking at the brand name, can anyone tell me what type of broomsticks these are?" He asked. The broomsticks had been positioned so that the brand name was laying against the grass, meaning you couldn't see it. If the names had been revealed, the golden 'Nimbus Two-Thousand' would have been glinting beautifully in the sun.

Alexis swiftly jumped up from her bed as she realised it was time for her Flying lesson. She'd been curious as to why there wasn't one the first week but knew it was not her place to pry, and so she wouldn't ask the Professor such a rude question. She walked over to her trunk where her bag sat and pulled it onto her shoulder. A soft smile was directed to a girl as she passed her on the way out of the dormitory, through the common room and eventually outside.

The long walk to the Quidditch Pitch was boring, but when she arrived she paused a moment to admire the attractiveness of the teacher - Professor Campbell. She blinked, dumped her bag down and walked over to a broomstick as instructed. She looked down at the broomstick, but the name was facing the grass. It took her a moment, but she quickly figured out the model and knew which Nimbus it was due to its mahogany colour. She smiled as she realised no one else had figured it out yet. "Is it a Nimbus Two-Thousand, Professor?" She asked with a flirtatious smile.

Halcyon didn't want to wake up that day, but then he remembered the first lesson of the day was flying. He grinned and rose from the red-curtain draped bed and walked into the bathroom, throwing on his robes, and ruffling his hair a bit before walking cheerily towards the pitch. He loved flying, though he wasn't a Quidditch fan. It was fun to play, but not so much fun to watch.

Halcyon reached the pitch, and looked on as the professor came towards them with brooms and put them on the grass, asking them what kind it was without looking at the brands. He had no idea. Sure, he loved flying, but honestly, things like brands, he didn't know. He gave a small smile at Alexis when she asked her answer. She seemed pretty confident in herself, and she acted way over her age. Halcyon didn't really mind, he was pretty confident himself.