Post by Prof Grace Marks on Feb 2, 2012 22:20:58 GMT
Professor Marks walked onto the lawns outside of the castle, a box floating behind her and a broom on her shoulder. It was the last lesson of the day and the January air was crisp. It was quite bracing, if Grace was honest with herself, it bothered her aching leg something awful. It had been four months since her accident and it still was not one hundred per cent. The professor hoped at least that the chill in the air would keep the students awake and focused for just a little longer.
Marks crossed the lawn to where the children where gathered. "Afternoon, kids," Marks smiled at the motley crew. She swung the broom off her shoulder and set it down next to her. Pulling out her wand, the witch gave it a bit of a flick and the box set itself down next to her as well. The Flying professor looked around at the assembled and smiled.
"Right," she said, putting her wand away. "Today we are going to get introduced to the idea of what a broom is." Marks lent down slowly and opened the box. It was about eleven by eleven by five inches big and a light brown colour. Grace held the lid in her hand and rest both her hands on her sides. Turning back to the students, Grace indicated the box with her head.
"Line up and reach in, each of you," she instructed. "Inside you'll feel the handle of a broom, you each need one. Then get in two lines facing each other with your brooms on the ground next to you as I have done."
Marks crossed the lawn to where the children where gathered. "Afternoon, kids," Marks smiled at the motley crew. She swung the broom off her shoulder and set it down next to her. Pulling out her wand, the witch gave it a bit of a flick and the box set itself down next to her as well. The Flying professor looked around at the assembled and smiled.
"Right," she said, putting her wand away. "Today we are going to get introduced to the idea of what a broom is." Marks lent down slowly and opened the box. It was about eleven by eleven by five inches big and a light brown colour. Grace held the lid in her hand and rest both her hands on her sides. Turning back to the students, Grace indicated the box with her head.
"Line up and reach in, each of you," she instructed. "Inside you'll feel the handle of a broom, you each need one. Then get in two lines facing each other with your brooms on the ground next to you as I have done."
