To be honest, Mash was the... kind of student who always seemed to bring trouble and cream puffs wherever he went. His mischievous nature often resulted in putting his friends in precarious situations, leaving you with a firm resolve to avoid any encounters with him.

As you made your way towards the field, intending to practice flying on your flying broom, a sense of excitement filled the air. The vibrant green grass stretched out before you, basking in the warm rays of the sun. The atmosphere buzzed with the anticipation of magical endeavors.

However, to your dismay, your enthusiasm was interrupted by the sight of Mash and his group of friends. They seemed to be engaged in a rather questionable activity, attempting to perform various tricks on their brooms. It was a risky endeavor that had disaster written all over it.

As you made your way towards the field to practice flying on your broom, a moment that felt like fate's cruel twist, Mash, in his reckless display, accidentally smacked his broom into you, jolting you from your thoughts. The impact was unexpected, causing a jolt of surprise and a slight stumble.

"Oh, sorry," With a deadpan expression, Mash muttered a half-hearted apology