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[doesntneedpants]

All right first years, I know our last class was a disappointment, but I have it on pretty good authority that tomorrow's class will meet under blue skies and fluffy white clouds. Don't forget to practice extra hard to make up for lost time! Those flight mantras aren't going to say themselves

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[wrong_lever]

You can't be serious.

[doesntneedpants]

Hahaha! That's a pretty common misconception.

C'mon Yz, you know you've just been waiting to whip out your broomstick-fu on all of us.

[wrong_lever]

In my day, perhaps, but we've all got things that need doing beyond toying around on broomsticks.

Besides, its undignified for a witch of my age to take up recreational Quidditch.

The pupils will suspect I'm as big a cheery pushover as you.

[doesntneedpants]

Yz, I think we can safely say, no one will EVER suspect you of being cheery.

Or a pushover! Or a big!

Put the broom down, woman! No one needs to get hurt!

[wrong_lever]

I take it you have other business to attend to.

[doesntneedpants]

No ma'am, we could keep this up for hours.

[wrong_lever]

Nothing like a man with endurance.

[doesntneedpants]

[sound of gagging]

Oh Yz, you know you can't do this to me. I have a ladyfriend. She'd have my guts for garters if she only knew . . .

[wrong_lever]

Ahh, but we're supposed to be a... close-knit faculty here!

[doesntneedpants]

Yz, Yz. We have so much protocol and decorum to consider.

[wrong_lever]

Well in that case, respect your own elders, "Yz" is the first informality to go.

[doesntneedpants]

C'mon, Professor. Your face won't crack if you smile every once in a while.

You know you like it.