You could say that of all the classes at Hogwarts, flying lessons were the ones Elwin found least interesting.
Even Divination felt better than this nonsense. Elwin simply couldn't grasp the joy of sitting astride a broomstick.
Arriving at the clearing outside the greenhouses, class hadn't started yet, but a good number of students from both Slytherin and Gryffindor had already gathered. Every young wizard's face wore an expression of great excitement. Flight was indeed a lifelong dream for humanity; the mere mention of taking to the skies seemed to make everyone, big or small, quite happy.
Chapter 32