ᗰOᗰᗰY, ᗯᕼᗩT ᗪOEᔕ ᕼYᑭEᖇ ᗰEᗩᑎ?
TEᗩᑕᕼEᖇ ᔕᗩYᔕ I'ᒪᒪ ᑎEᐯEᖇ ᖇEᗩᗪ
ᔕᕼE ᔕᗩYᔕ I ᑎEEᗪ TO TᗩKE ᗩ ᑭIᒪᒪ
ᔕO I ᑕᗩᑎ ᒪEᗩᖇᑎ TO ᔕIT ᖇEᗩᒪ ᔕTIᒪᒪ
Jass was so ready for this class! Any excuse to fly was alright in his book! He would also need to do good here if he wanted to do Quidditch. Besides he probably had most this class already done from his lessons with dad. Practily skipping to class Jass grabbed the probably older than dad broom and took a spot near a dark haired Slytherin boy. He patient lt awaited his turn to speak though he fidgeted the whole time. "Hi! I go by Jass but my full mane is Jasper Blackmoor and im in Gryffindor! I know some flying already but hats cause my dad is a pro seeker!" Jass said with such glee. Wren had whispered something to Yukon but Jass couldn't hear him well.
ᗩT ᒪEᗩᔕT TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗯᕼᗩT ᗰY TEᗩᑕᕼEᖇ ᔕᗩIᗪ
ᗩᒪᒪ TᕼE OTᕼEᖇ KIᗪᔕ TᗩKE TᕼEᗰ;
I TᕼIᑎK I ᗩᗰ TᕼE OᑎᒪY OᑎE
I ᑎEEᗪ ᔕOᗰETᕼIᑎG TO ᔕᒪOᗯ ᗰE ᗪOᗯᑎ
I TᗩᒪK TOO ᗰᑌᑕᕼ 'ᑕᗩᑌᔕE I ᗩᗰ ᗪᑌᗰᗷ
ᗩᒪᒪ TᕼE OTᕼEᖇ KIᗪᔕ TᗩKE TᕼEᗰ;
I TᕼIᑎK I ᗩᗰ TᕼE OᑎᒪY OᑎE
I ᑎEEᗪ ᔕOᗰETᕼIᑎG TO ᔕᒪOᗯ ᗰE ᗪOᗯᑎ
I TᗩᒪK TOO ᗰᑌᑕᕼ 'ᑕᗩᑌᔕE I ᗩᗰ ᗪᑌᗰᗷ
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