Canopy stumbled back onto the field, his hair full of leaves and one shoe missing but he finally found it in the ground pick it and wear it. The students tried to hold their laughter as he brushed himself off with the look of a man who had just wrestled a tree and lost.
Professor Galahad pinched the bridge of his nose again, sighing deeply. "Hayayay... as I said," he muttered, adjusting his spectacles, "you must focus and never underestimate your magical power when channeling mana into your broom. And for the love of the gods... don't get too giddy the moment you succeed."
Canopy nodded stiffly, still dizzy, while the students snickered under their breath.
