The parchment was made of recycled paper, it's texture rather rough and bumpy- primarily due to the fact that Amy had had to use paper that had already been used (thus the recycled bit). The colour was rather faded, giving it a slightly yellow tint.
If one looked close enough, they would have noticed that there were obvious dents in the surface, caused, primarily, from Amy's numerous efforts to concoct a semi-serious notice.
The writing was in all caps, the quill markings rather deep and defined.
CALLING ALL FIRST YEARS (OR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO FLY)
LESSONS WILL BE PROVIDED TO ANYONE WHO WOULD LIKE TO LEARN HOW TO FLY.
BROOMS WILL BE PROVIDED TO THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE/OWN ONE.
It wasn't so much that he didn't know how to fly. He'd taken flying lessons in his first year. And his second year. And now it was his third year but he still wasn't very quick. Any practice was better than no practice, especially now that his name was #2 on the Quidditch sign-ups and currently the only person with Seeker listed as their position even though Ben Strafford had gone out for it last year.
So maybe Fox would do a better job of telling him how to fly than the previous instructors had. It certainly wouldn't hurt to go to another year of lessons. Well, it would if he fell off, but there was a far higher likelihood of that happening during Quidditch try-outs, practice, or games. Especially if he didn't take the extra class.
And if he continued to think of it as a class, he didn't even feel bad about missing out on library time to go to the flying lessons.
So he pulled out his pen and wrote down his name for the third year running:
Lists sure do fill up slowly around here...
by Geoffrey Layne
Anne gave Geoffrey what could only be called an evil grin as they studied the notice. "You'd think they'd give you a break," she said casually, uncrossing her arms and letting her hands swing by her sides. "I mean, you've already been accused of being related to me, and now they think you don't even know how to fly. Hard life for a firstie, eh?"
"Oh, shut up," he said, shrugging as if to toss the whole issue aside. "You can't expect the teacher oligarchy to know anything about us underlings. Besides, it probably means less than nothing. Have you looked at this sign-up sheet?"
"Yeah, only one person's signed it. Don't you have any yearmates?"
"Sure thing. One of my roommates is a six-foot-tall German." He held up a hand before his friend could demand that he conscript his roommate as a Keeper candidate. "The point is that the only person signed up for the lessons is a third year who has either really bad spelling or a place in the Star Wars fan community."
Anne glanced at the list and laughed. "Oh, yeah, he told me last year about his campaign to change the House name. He's cool. Weird, but cool. You'd like him, I think. Y'all read the same books." Neither of them thought it at all strange to consider reading the same books a basis for getting along well. "He's also our Seeker. That's actually a pretty good idea..." she trailed off, staring into space.
"What? What's a good idea? You know I hate it when you do that."
"Making the team attend flying lessons," she said, sounding a little vague, a surefire sign she was either thinking hard on something or trying harder to make him think she was. "It would save tons of time at tryouts. I'd have already seen everyone fly, so I could go after the good ones who weren't signed up and know if there were any complete lost causes we could spare and all of that sort of thing...That's a really good idea...Zack's awesome. I'll have to tell him so next time I see him."
Geoffrey sighed. Even if the school had left him an option open - which they didn't seem to have done - Anne wouldn't have. "Remind me to redupidate you," he muttered, and scribbled down the necessary information.
Geoffrey Layne, Aladren, First Year \n\n
16Geoffrey LayneLists sure do fill up slowly around here...72Geoffrey Layne05
Isolde sat on one of the sofas provided in Aladren commons, reading a book. She sighed out of boredom. She had already finished the homework assigned by each class, and there was nothing else to do in Aladren commons, except for go to bed for the night, and she wasn't tired at all. Everyone around here was moving around, going up to their dormitories to go to sleep or to do homework, or just randomly walking around, while Isolde moved only to turn the pages.
Soon, there was nobody in the room except Isolde. She finally set her book aside. "I wish I tried out for quidditch" she thought "but its too late now, and besides, I probably would have fallen to the ground when I first sat on the broom." Isolde tucked the few strands of hair that had fallen out of her long braid behind her ears, and picked up her book. Hugging it to her chest, she started to walk up to the dormitory she shared with 3 other girls(she didn't treally know their names. She knew them by face and what they said most often. The redhead was "ohmygod!"(she said it like it was one word), the brunette was "no way!" and the blackhaired girl was "you have GOT to be kidding me".)She started toward the staircase, but then something caught her eye. It was a piece of parchment, older then most, and yellow in color. It was an announcement for flying lessons. "Maybe if I took these, I could try out for quidditch next year!" Isolde mumbled excitedly. She searched her pockets fot a pen. When she finally found one, she wrote down her information. Isolde McGrady, Aladren, First year\n\n