Professor Galahad laughed heartily, his deep voice echoing across the wide training field. His cape fluttered behind him as the gentle wind brushed past the students.
"Hahaha! Alright, alright..." he said, raising a hand. "It appears some of you still don't know how to properly channel your mana into the broom!"
He chuckled again, clearly amused by the chaos happening around him.
The students, however, didn't share his amusement. Some were frowning, others sighing in defeat. A few nobles in the front row whispered under their breath, their pride bruised.
"Easy for the professor to say..." one boy muttered, sweat dripping down his temple as the broom under his hand refused to budge.
"This sucks... it's like the broom's mocking me," another groaned, clutching the wooden handle in frustration.
