Harry Potter & the Honeychurch Institute of Magic
By Darkmoore
'As first days go,' Harry thought to himself as he made his way down the stairs, 'it wasn't too bad after all.'
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Chapter Eight: Tuesday
Tuesday morning came and Harry reluctantly got out of bed, showered and made his way down to the dining hall for breakfast passing several students and the little ghost of Chloe Honeychurch playing with Twittlepuff, the cat belonging to Edwina, in the entrance hall of the castle. Chloe was five or six years old from the look of her when she had died many years ago and her giggling could be heard all over the castle.
While eating at the staff table Harry noticed, to his relief that the brief fad of walking around with owls that the boys had taken too had mercifully ended. When he finished his breakfast, he noticed that the owls were arriving with the morning post. Among the owls was the tiny Pigwidgeon carrying a letter from Ron.
Harry~
Well how's it going mate? Have the kids driven you barmy? Fred, George and I have a bet going to see when you start pulling your hair out and leave the school running in madness. Mum says that you'll grow a long beard and start carrying sweets in your pockets for the students like Dumbledore does. Please don't do that, I don't think I could handle it. Tonks swears that the applications to the Auror Training Academy will swell next year, but I doubt it, your school is too small.
So how the plan for the Quidditch matches going so far? I'm still planning on coming up in two weeks to help with the Quidditch tryouts and I may have a friend with me as well, I won't say who, I want it to be a surprise.
Let us know who things are going and I'll see you at the tryouts.
~Ron
Harry laughed his way through Ron's letter, but he was also wondering 'I may have a friend with me as well' who in the world could Ron be bringing? However Harry's thought were drawn away from his letter as the headmistress leaned into him and asked…
"So Harry, how do you find teaching? Ready to quit yet?' she added with a chuckle.
"Oh, no I think I could be persuaded to stick around for another week at least." Harry said with a grin on his face. He really liked Edwina; she always seemed to be in a good mood. 'Maybe it's part of the job description?' he mused to himself.
However, their conversation was short lives as he needed to get up to his classroom to meet the third years for the first defense class of the term and the headmistress was off to teach Ancient Runes to the seventh years. Once again Harry subjected his students to the survey, which news of, it seems has gotten around and they actually studied for it. Harry found it funny but said nothing. Again after the survey, Harry did the question and answer portion as he had done the day before and then assigned them an 18 inch essay on a variety of dark creatures outlined in their first three chapter of the third year text.
A few minutes after the third years left to go downstairs to the Potions lab and the second years came excitedly into his classroom and once again he administered the survey and let them ask their questions as he had before. Many of the questions were repeated but most of them were actually rather amusing to him. Such as "Who was your first love?" Which was asked by a dreamy eyes girl named Meredith Averson. Harry quickly answered her by saying, "A gentleman never kisses and tells." He spent the remainder of the glass with three love struck girl staring at him. At the end of class Harry took pity on this group and just assigned them read the first three chapters for their homework and told them to be prepared to be to discuss it in their next class.
With morning classes over, Harry wandered into his office to have lunch there while he looked over the fresh batch of morning surveys. Dobby had brought him a tray with enough food on it to feed his first years and went to work reading the surveys. He had only gotten through the third years when a knock came to his door and standing there was Professor Sangeorge with a look on her face that said she wanted to ask something and didn't know how to do it. Harry being the gentleman that he is invited her in and they sat in the small lounge area and he offered her a bit of lunch. While they sat in near silence Harry was beginning to enjoy this, he was making her squirm like she had done to him the day before at lunch with the owl comment.
Finally the stern potions mistress spoke, "It seems that my fifth years have been pestering me ever since the flying lessons were posted last night. You've only listed up definitive times for the first four years and it seems that they … feel that they …"
"Yes," Harry prompted clearly enjoying himself, "what do they feel?"
However, it seemed that Professor Sangeorge had enough with the beating around the bush approach and sternly said "It seem that my fifth years would like it if you gave them a tutorial in flying so that they would be up to speed as it were when the Quidditch tryouts took place." But then she relaxed and said in a more kindly manner, "Would you mind having a look to see of their skills are up to scratch?"
"Vesta," he began, "I would be more than happy to help out all the older students on Saturday morning, and I had already planned on it because I have concerns for student safety during the games." At that she seemed to relax a bit more as he continued, "Besides, I'm going to need our school's resident nurse to have her attention completely focused during practice and games in case of injury."
Then the two continued their lunch in Harry's office with pleasant conversation for a few minutes about the first year's and their first potions class, before they were interrupted by Professor Fitzhugh. "Vesta, Harry, there you are. I wondered where the pair of you went off to. I was beginning to think the pair of you had gotten lucky." the Charms professor said with a devilish look on her face.
"Fitzy," admonished the Potions mistress, "you know very well, how I feel about that type of fraternization with other staff members. It would set a bad example for the student and start dozens of false rumors and you know it."
However, Maude Fitzhugh was completely unfazed by her admonishment and sat down on the couch with her best friend and joined them in conversation about the student so far. It seems that Harry has been the topic of conversation in most of the school since term started the day before. She went on to comment about overhearing a seventh year girl talking about "dreamy emerald eyes and a sexy smile." Causing Harry to blush slightly.
'This woman truly enjoys embarrassing people, must remember to watch what I say near her.' Harry warned himself.
Before Harry knew it the lunch period was over and his two fellow teachers had to return to their own classrooms while the first years poured into Harry's. With his first years in their seats Harry greeted them and instead of handing out the surveys like he had done to the other years, he asked them how they were enjoying classes so far.
"Muggle Studies is boring. Do people really live like that?" said Xander Malfoy.
"Actually Mr. Malfoy, I am afraid that they do."
"I liked Herbology a lot sir, Professor Smallwood is a lot of fun." said Waverly Su.
"I always enjoyed Herbology myself when I was at Hogwarts, and Professsor Smallwood seems like a very nice person, I would agree."
"History of Magic seems kind of dull, but I bet it get more exciting when we get to the Goblin Wars." said an excitable Daisy Gamble. However, Harry thought that she might be disappointed in that hope, if Professor Thorne was anything like Professor Binns.
"Professor, why do we have two Professor Thorne's?" asked Pamela Selkirk.
"Well Ms. Selkirk, they are married to each other and they are the joint sponsors of the third years as well, or so I hear, but I think she does more with the students than he does."
"Just like a man!" said Violetta Kennedy as if she were an authority on the subject, making Harry smile.
"Now, everyone, we have a lecture to get to today if we want to get to your first flying class, otherwise, I'll have to hold you over in here until we get it finished." Harry threatened lightheartedly, knowing he wouldn't do it even if he hadn't even begun his lecture.
So for the remainder of the two hour class he lectured them on the history of dark witches and wizards of the 20th century, starting with Grendalwald's defeat by Albus Dumbledore in the 1940's. He lectured on this topic for the rest of class before assigning a 13 inch essay on the dark wizard due in one week.
"Now, as you know your next class is your first flying lesson, however, I have been teaching in class all day and haven't had time to go down to the pitch and get ready for the lesson, so why don't you take your books and things back to your dormitories and meet me on the pitch in about half an hour." said Harry to the class.
Just then the class bell rang and the first years left in a hurry in case their sponsor decided to give them any more homework than they had already while Harry took his things into his office, locked the doors and headed down to the pitch with Firebolt in hand. When Harry repaired the pitch, he also torn down and rebuilt the broom shed and warded it with a password so no one would be able to damage or jinx the Cleansweeps that was purchased a month ago in Diagon Alley. When he reached the shed he gave the password, 'Weasley is Our King' and pulled out seven brand new brooms to train his students with.
He took them to the middle of the pitch and laid them out about two feet apart in a row and then placed his beloved broom on the ground facing the line so he could demonstrate. When he was done all was left to do was wait for the student to arrive, which wasn't too long. Harry watched them walk down to the pitch and saw that Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Beagle and Ms. Gamble were talking excitedly while the other four looked a little nervous.
"Alright everyone I would like you to stand on the left side of the brooms and hold your right hand over them and say 'Up'." instructed Harry.
So seven 11-year-olds took their places by the brooms, held out their hands and they all said "Up" at the same time. Harry saw that all seven brooms were still lying on the ground ignoring their potential riders.
"Alright everyone lets do it again with feeling this time, but first let me show you." Harry showed them how it was done with his Firebolt. However, when Harry said "Up" the broom shot into his hand so fast it was a blur of movement. "Now you try it."
This time Mr. Malfoy was the first to get his broom to jump into his hand, while Mr. Beagle, Ms. Beaumont, and Ms. Gamble also were able to do it.
"Alright you four well done," said Harry and then continued, "and the rest of you please close your eyes and take a very deep breath and just think of having the broom in your hand and in your mind visualize it. Now do it again."
This time when the remaining girls said "Up," it was only Ms. Su who remained broomless. She looked at Harry like she might cry.
"Brilliant, Ms. Kennedy and Ms. Selkirk, good job to both of you. Now Ms. Su it seems like you have a temperamental broom." He said with a wink. "Let's see how you do with my Firebolt." Waverly's eyes went huge, even though the Firebolt was a brand name that had been out for most of her life, they were still an expensive broom to have. Not to mention that this was a vintage first year edition of the broom.
So Harry picked up the Cleansweep and moved it away and replaced it with his own broom and said, "Okay now, try it again Ms. Su." This time the broom didn't move in a blur like it had for Harry, in fact it didn't move as fast as it did for Xander Malfoy, but it did jump quickly into her hand.
"Brilliant Ms. Su, brilliant." and then Harry turned towards the broom shed and said "Accio" and another broom came flying towards him, which he handed to his pupil and sent the other Cleansweep back to the shed.
"Now everyone, lets do it again, lay the broom back on the ground and repeat the exercise a few more times." So everyone complied and for the next half an hour they all practiced this movement, until Harry decided they had all grasped the concept. Then as Harry had them all holding their brooms in their right hands told them how to get it to float at the proper height so they could mount it easier.
"Again, I will demonstrate for you." said Harry and he once again called "Up" and then caught the broom. Then he opened his hand and the broom hovered for a moment and lowered itself to the proper position for someone of Harry's height and built to properly mount a broom. "Now, it's your turn to try."
So the class did as their professor demonstrated and let go of their brooms. Everyone but Ms. Selkirk performed the task on the first time, while her broom fell to the ground and Harry heard her say "Oh, shite" under her breath.
"Try again Ms. Selkirk." he said and so she did and did it correct the second time.
"Now everyone, swing your leg over the broom and grip it tightly." They did as he said. "Now we're going to kick off from the ground for a moment, hover and then set back down. I'll demonstrate and then you'll do it."
Harry kicked off from the ground, hovered about a foot from the ground and then sat back down. A few moments later all seven students duplicated his actions perfectly. "Excellent," he praised them, "if you keep that up, you won't need me at all anymore."
"Now," he continued as they dismounted their brooms, "how many of you grew up with a toy broom or a junior broom?" Everyone but Will Beagle raised their hands. "Alright then, what we're going to do now is kick off again, raise about three feet into the air and make a lap around the pitch."
At this point Will raised his hand and asked, "Professor, what's a toy broom? And what does it do?"
"A toy broom or a junior broom are brooms children play with before the come to a school like Honeychurch, they only lift high enough for your toes to barely touch the grass. Think of it as training wheels on a bicycle." replied Harry.
Will nodded in understanding, having had training wheels on his bicycle at home when he was younger.
"Now since this is your first time doing this Mr. Beagle, I want you to fly along beside me as we all do the lap together."
Then everyone mounted their brooms again and Harry had Mr. Malfoy take point and lead the others around the pitch with Mr. Beagle and himself at the back end of the group so he could observe their progress. After they finished the lap and everyone did well, Harry dismounted and stood as they did it again. This time he allowed them to go up to 6 feet off the ground.
This time he watched as his seven pupils made another almost perfect lap around the pitch. He was rather proud of them and hoped that the other students would be as easy to train. As they came around and started to land he stopped them and told them to practice all the wanted, but not to race or go above six feet. Then Harry remounted his Firebolt and rose to twenty feet and watched them as they flew below him.
At the end of the lesson Harry called all the students back down and had them put their brooms back in the shed for tomorrow's class. It was then that Mr. Beagle asked him…
"Sir, do you ever get used to having this stick between your legs?"
Harry just rolled his eyes and thought of Seamus Finnegan.
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...
I was asked this by more than one person, class schedule are thus... periods one and two are before lunch and last 2 hours each.
Periods three and four follow lunch and are again 2 hours each, however period 5, which is also known as the free period is only for an hour and ends when dinner begins at 6pm promptly.
So classes start at 8am (after brreakfast) and last until noon, when lunch is served and begin again at 1pm. From 1 until 5 periods 3 & 4 take place.
and lastly double periods last for 4 hours at a stretch.
I hope that clears things up, though I'm not sure why is was confusing. :)
athenakitty wrote Why the suden interest in the quidditch pitch and flying lessons? Will Proctor be alot nicer to Harry? Will Draco get wind of where Harry is? Will Harry get the students up to speed? How fast can Winky get to Honeychurch?
Hello Athena, let me say this to you, Winky has never been to Honeychurch and you know that no one can find it for the first time unless they walk the cobblestone way and ring the bell. I don't know if Dobby told her about it or not, but who knows what may happen. :)
Also, there has been no Quidditch matches at the school for five years and the flying instructors they have had for the students weren't the best apparently. So everyone is excited to finally have someone who good at both. Besides, all kids like Quiddith, I like Quidditch.
As for Botolf, well, wait and see what happens there. I'll give everyone a hint about him...he is a graduate of Durmstrang and he's old enough to be Harry's father.
Treska SilverFlame wrote This is a wonderful story. I love how you've developed Harry's character. He's a very mature young man and has a real knack for teaching. I'm also glad that he's really working with various styles of teaching. Makes me feel glad that someone realizes there's more to teaching than standing up there and talking (my own students think that's all I do).
Reply - I'm glad you like it, I wrote Harry's teaching the way I would like to be taught if I were going to school again, which I am.
Lastly, to everyone who expressed an interest in being a beta, I will be in touch soon. But this chapter was too close to being finished and I wanted to get it up.
By Darkmoore
'As first days go,' Harry thought to himself as he made his way down the stairs, 'it wasn't too bad after all.'
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Chapter Eight: Tuesday
Tuesday morning came and Harry reluctantly got out of bed, showered and made his way down to the dining hall for breakfast passing several students and the little ghost of Chloe Honeychurch playing with Twittlepuff, the cat belonging to Edwina, in the entrance hall of the castle. Chloe was five or six years old from the look of her when she had died many years ago and her giggling could be heard all over the castle.
While eating at the staff table Harry noticed, to his relief that the brief fad of walking around with owls that the boys had taken too had mercifully ended. When he finished his breakfast, he noticed that the owls were arriving with the morning post. Among the owls was the tiny Pigwidgeon carrying a letter from Ron.
Harry~
Well how's it going mate? Have the kids driven you barmy? Fred, George and I have a bet going to see when you start pulling your hair out and leave the school running in madness. Mum says that you'll grow a long beard and start carrying sweets in your pockets for the students like Dumbledore does. Please don't do that, I don't think I could handle it. Tonks swears that the applications to the Auror Training Academy will swell next year, but I doubt it, your school is too small.
So how the plan for the Quidditch matches going so far? I'm still planning on coming up in two weeks to help with the Quidditch tryouts and I may have a friend with me as well, I won't say who, I want it to be a surprise.
Let us know who things are going and I'll see you at the tryouts.
~Ron
Harry laughed his way through Ron's letter, but he was also wondering 'I may have a friend with me as well' who in the world could Ron be bringing? However Harry's thought were drawn away from his letter as the headmistress leaned into him and asked…
"So Harry, how do you find teaching? Ready to quit yet?' she added with a chuckle.
"Oh, no I think I could be persuaded to stick around for another week at least." Harry said with a grin on his face. He really liked Edwina; she always seemed to be in a good mood. 'Maybe it's part of the job description?' he mused to himself.
However, their conversation was short lives as he needed to get up to his classroom to meet the third years for the first defense class of the term and the headmistress was off to teach Ancient Runes to the seventh years. Once again Harry subjected his students to the survey, which news of, it seems has gotten around and they actually studied for it. Harry found it funny but said nothing. Again after the survey, Harry did the question and answer portion as he had done the day before and then assigned them an 18 inch essay on a variety of dark creatures outlined in their first three chapter of the third year text.
A few minutes after the third years left to go downstairs to the Potions lab and the second years came excitedly into his classroom and once again he administered the survey and let them ask their questions as he had before. Many of the questions were repeated but most of them were actually rather amusing to him. Such as "Who was your first love?" Which was asked by a dreamy eyes girl named Meredith Averson. Harry quickly answered her by saying, "A gentleman never kisses and tells." He spent the remainder of the glass with three love struck girl staring at him. At the end of class Harry took pity on this group and just assigned them read the first three chapters for their homework and told them to be prepared to be to discuss it in their next class.
With morning classes over, Harry wandered into his office to have lunch there while he looked over the fresh batch of morning surveys. Dobby had brought him a tray with enough food on it to feed his first years and went to work reading the surveys. He had only gotten through the third years when a knock came to his door and standing there was Professor Sangeorge with a look on her face that said she wanted to ask something and didn't know how to do it. Harry being the gentleman that he is invited her in and they sat in the small lounge area and he offered her a bit of lunch. While they sat in near silence Harry was beginning to enjoy this, he was making her squirm like she had done to him the day before at lunch with the owl comment.
Finally the stern potions mistress spoke, "It seems that my fifth years have been pestering me ever since the flying lessons were posted last night. You've only listed up definitive times for the first four years and it seems that they … feel that they …"
"Yes," Harry prompted clearly enjoying himself, "what do they feel?"
However, it seemed that Professor Sangeorge had enough with the beating around the bush approach and sternly said "It seem that my fifth years would like it if you gave them a tutorial in flying so that they would be up to speed as it were when the Quidditch tryouts took place." But then she relaxed and said in a more kindly manner, "Would you mind having a look to see of their skills are up to scratch?"
"Vesta," he began, "I would be more than happy to help out all the older students on Saturday morning, and I had already planned on it because I have concerns for student safety during the games." At that she seemed to relax a bit more as he continued, "Besides, I'm going to need our school's resident nurse to have her attention completely focused during practice and games in case of injury."
Then the two continued their lunch in Harry's office with pleasant conversation for a few minutes about the first year's and their first potions class, before they were interrupted by Professor Fitzhugh. "Vesta, Harry, there you are. I wondered where the pair of you went off to. I was beginning to think the pair of you had gotten lucky." the Charms professor said with a devilish look on her face.
"Fitzy," admonished the Potions mistress, "you know very well, how I feel about that type of fraternization with other staff members. It would set a bad example for the student and start dozens of false rumors and you know it."
However, Maude Fitzhugh was completely unfazed by her admonishment and sat down on the couch with her best friend and joined them in conversation about the student so far. It seems that Harry has been the topic of conversation in most of the school since term started the day before. She went on to comment about overhearing a seventh year girl talking about "dreamy emerald eyes and a sexy smile." Causing Harry to blush slightly.
'This woman truly enjoys embarrassing people, must remember to watch what I say near her.' Harry warned himself.
Before Harry knew it the lunch period was over and his two fellow teachers had to return to their own classrooms while the first years poured into Harry's. With his first years in their seats Harry greeted them and instead of handing out the surveys like he had done to the other years, he asked them how they were enjoying classes so far.
"Muggle Studies is boring. Do people really live like that?" said Xander Malfoy.
"Actually Mr. Malfoy, I am afraid that they do."
"I liked Herbology a lot sir, Professor Smallwood is a lot of fun." said Waverly Su.
"I always enjoyed Herbology myself when I was at Hogwarts, and Professsor Smallwood seems like a very nice person, I would agree."
"History of Magic seems kind of dull, but I bet it get more exciting when we get to the Goblin Wars." said an excitable Daisy Gamble. However, Harry thought that she might be disappointed in that hope, if Professor Thorne was anything like Professor Binns.
"Professor, why do we have two Professor Thorne's?" asked Pamela Selkirk.
"Well Ms. Selkirk, they are married to each other and they are the joint sponsors of the third years as well, or so I hear, but I think she does more with the students than he does."
"Just like a man!" said Violetta Kennedy as if she were an authority on the subject, making Harry smile.
"Now, everyone, we have a lecture to get to today if we want to get to your first flying class, otherwise, I'll have to hold you over in here until we get it finished." Harry threatened lightheartedly, knowing he wouldn't do it even if he hadn't even begun his lecture.
So for the remainder of the two hour class he lectured them on the history of dark witches and wizards of the 20th century, starting with Grendalwald's defeat by Albus Dumbledore in the 1940's. He lectured on this topic for the rest of class before assigning a 13 inch essay on the dark wizard due in one week.
"Now, as you know your next class is your first flying lesson, however, I have been teaching in class all day and haven't had time to go down to the pitch and get ready for the lesson, so why don't you take your books and things back to your dormitories and meet me on the pitch in about half an hour." said Harry to the class.
Just then the class bell rang and the first years left in a hurry in case their sponsor decided to give them any more homework than they had already while Harry took his things into his office, locked the doors and headed down to the pitch with Firebolt in hand. When Harry repaired the pitch, he also torn down and rebuilt the broom shed and warded it with a password so no one would be able to damage or jinx the Cleansweeps that was purchased a month ago in Diagon Alley. When he reached the shed he gave the password, 'Weasley is Our King' and pulled out seven brand new brooms to train his students with.
He took them to the middle of the pitch and laid them out about two feet apart in a row and then placed his beloved broom on the ground facing the line so he could demonstrate. When he was done all was left to do was wait for the student to arrive, which wasn't too long. Harry watched them walk down to the pitch and saw that Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Beagle and Ms. Gamble were talking excitedly while the other four looked a little nervous.
"Alright everyone I would like you to stand on the left side of the brooms and hold your right hand over them and say 'Up'." instructed Harry.
So seven 11-year-olds took their places by the brooms, held out their hands and they all said "Up" at the same time. Harry saw that all seven brooms were still lying on the ground ignoring their potential riders.
"Alright everyone lets do it again with feeling this time, but first let me show you." Harry showed them how it was done with his Firebolt. However, when Harry said "Up" the broom shot into his hand so fast it was a blur of movement. "Now you try it."
This time Mr. Malfoy was the first to get his broom to jump into his hand, while Mr. Beagle, Ms. Beaumont, and Ms. Gamble also were able to do it.
"Alright you four well done," said Harry and then continued, "and the rest of you please close your eyes and take a very deep breath and just think of having the broom in your hand and in your mind visualize it. Now do it again."
This time when the remaining girls said "Up," it was only Ms. Su who remained broomless. She looked at Harry like she might cry.
"Brilliant, Ms. Kennedy and Ms. Selkirk, good job to both of you. Now Ms. Su it seems like you have a temperamental broom." He said with a wink. "Let's see how you do with my Firebolt." Waverly's eyes went huge, even though the Firebolt was a brand name that had been out for most of her life, they were still an expensive broom to have. Not to mention that this was a vintage first year edition of the broom.
So Harry picked up the Cleansweep and moved it away and replaced it with his own broom and said, "Okay now, try it again Ms. Su." This time the broom didn't move in a blur like it had for Harry, in fact it didn't move as fast as it did for Xander Malfoy, but it did jump quickly into her hand.
"Brilliant Ms. Su, brilliant." and then Harry turned towards the broom shed and said "Accio" and another broom came flying towards him, which he handed to his pupil and sent the other Cleansweep back to the shed.
"Now everyone, lets do it again, lay the broom back on the ground and repeat the exercise a few more times." So everyone complied and for the next half an hour they all practiced this movement, until Harry decided they had all grasped the concept. Then as Harry had them all holding their brooms in their right hands told them how to get it to float at the proper height so they could mount it easier.
"Again, I will demonstrate for you." said Harry and he once again called "Up" and then caught the broom. Then he opened his hand and the broom hovered for a moment and lowered itself to the proper position for someone of Harry's height and built to properly mount a broom. "Now, it's your turn to try."
So the class did as their professor demonstrated and let go of their brooms. Everyone but Ms. Selkirk performed the task on the first time, while her broom fell to the ground and Harry heard her say "Oh, shite" under her breath.
"Try again Ms. Selkirk." he said and so she did and did it correct the second time.
"Now everyone, swing your leg over the broom and grip it tightly." They did as he said. "Now we're going to kick off from the ground for a moment, hover and then set back down. I'll demonstrate and then you'll do it."
Harry kicked off from the ground, hovered about a foot from the ground and then sat back down. A few moments later all seven students duplicated his actions perfectly. "Excellent," he praised them, "if you keep that up, you won't need me at all anymore."
"Now," he continued as they dismounted their brooms, "how many of you grew up with a toy broom or a junior broom?" Everyone but Will Beagle raised their hands. "Alright then, what we're going to do now is kick off again, raise about three feet into the air and make a lap around the pitch."
At this point Will raised his hand and asked, "Professor, what's a toy broom? And what does it do?"
"A toy broom or a junior broom are brooms children play with before the come to a school like Honeychurch, they only lift high enough for your toes to barely touch the grass. Think of it as training wheels on a bicycle." replied Harry.
Will nodded in understanding, having had training wheels on his bicycle at home when he was younger.
"Now since this is your first time doing this Mr. Beagle, I want you to fly along beside me as we all do the lap together."
Then everyone mounted their brooms again and Harry had Mr. Malfoy take point and lead the others around the pitch with Mr. Beagle and himself at the back end of the group so he could observe their progress. After they finished the lap and everyone did well, Harry dismounted and stood as they did it again. This time he allowed them to go up to 6 feet off the ground.
This time he watched as his seven pupils made another almost perfect lap around the pitch. He was rather proud of them and hoped that the other students would be as easy to train. As they came around and started to land he stopped them and told them to practice all the wanted, but not to race or go above six feet. Then Harry remounted his Firebolt and rose to twenty feet and watched them as they flew below him.
At the end of the lesson Harry called all the students back down and had them put their brooms back in the shed for tomorrow's class. It was then that Mr. Beagle asked him…
"Sir, do you ever get used to having this stick between your legs?"
Harry just rolled his eyes and thought of Seamus Finnegan.
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...
I was asked this by more than one person, class schedule are thus... periods one and two are before lunch and last 2 hours each.
Periods three and four follow lunch and are again 2 hours each, however period 5, which is also known as the free period is only for an hour and ends when dinner begins at 6pm promptly.
So classes start at 8am (after brreakfast) and last until noon, when lunch is served and begin again at 1pm. From 1 until 5 periods 3 & 4 take place.
and lastly double periods last for 4 hours at a stretch.
I hope that clears things up, though I'm not sure why is was confusing. :)
athenakitty wrote Why the suden interest in the quidditch pitch and flying lessons? Will Proctor be alot nicer to Harry? Will Draco get wind of where Harry is? Will Harry get the students up to speed? How fast can Winky get to Honeychurch?
Hello Athena, let me say this to you, Winky has never been to Honeychurch and you know that no one can find it for the first time unless they walk the cobblestone way and ring the bell. I don't know if Dobby told her about it or not, but who knows what may happen. :)
Also, there has been no Quidditch matches at the school for five years and the flying instructors they have had for the students weren't the best apparently. So everyone is excited to finally have someone who good at both. Besides, all kids like Quiddith, I like Quidditch.
As for Botolf, well, wait and see what happens there. I'll give everyone a hint about him...he is a graduate of Durmstrang and he's old enough to be Harry's father.
Treska SilverFlame wrote This is a wonderful story. I love how you've developed Harry's character. He's a very mature young man and has a real knack for teaching. I'm also glad that he's really working with various styles of teaching. Makes me feel glad that someone realizes there's more to teaching than standing up there and talking (my own students think that's all I do).
Reply - I'm glad you like it, I wrote Harry's teaching the way I would like to be taught if I were going to school again, which I am.
Lastly, to everyone who expressed an interest in being a beta, I will be in touch soon. But this chapter was too close to being finished and I wanted to get it up.