Professor Galahad clapped his hands once, the sound echoing across the wide training field. "Hush now, hush! Hohoho... please, let's get back to our lecture, shall we?"
The students immediately straightened up, laughter fading into silence. Their posture stiffened like soldiers, afraid to make another sound. The wind carried the scent of fresh grass, and above them, now faint white clouds drifted lazily across the bright morning sky.
Galahad gave a satisfied nod, then twirled his hand in the air. "Now... I shall give each of you your brooms, one by one. Treat them with respect. They may look simple, but they are made from enchanted cedar and respond only to magical energy."
The brooms began to float from a glowing circle beside him, gently drifting through the air like feathers. Each one hovered before its chosen student, pausing as if to observe its new owner. Excited murmurs broke out again as the students reached out, eyes wide with curiosity.
