Bruin had managed to grasp his broom on his second "Up!" command, which was a definite improvement over last week's lesson. Upon kicking off from the ground, he rose slowly into the air, hovered momentarily, and then lurched quickly to the right as he shifted his weight to make himself more comfortable. They really should make these things with a seat, he thought to himself, as he barely avoided giving the broomshed a glancing blow.
Steadying himself he eased forward and began to accelerate slowly towards Alex and Pungahn. He was surprised at how even the most subtle shifts in his body position affected the movement of the broom, but felt with a little trial and error, he just might get better at this. Perhaps, not become a great flyer, but competent anyways.
Bruin sensed movement all around him now. He knew that he would soon reach Alex and Pungahn, but he felt like something was moving behind him as well. Afraid to turn around and risk falling off...he slowed down and attempted to hover. A casual observer would probably wonder why Bruin began to lurch, spin, and turn in the same general area, looking less like a future Quidditch player and more like a gypsy moth with a torn wing with each passing second, but in Bruin's mind he was doing a fine job maintaining his position.
He awaited the mid-air arrival of his friends...
