It was PE time in Night Raven College. Everyone but the Octavinelle students were thriving. But the housewarden of Octavinelle was the one doing the worse. He currently just fell off his broom barely a few feet off the ground, he whined as he scraped his knee yet again. The poor boy was already covered in bandages. He couldn’t find his glasses from the fall either. He huffs to himself, looking at the grass in frustration.