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Kurt was nervous. Nervous and a bit scared, but he knew it was all for the best. He was going to be there for Blaine and he was going to do this for his family. He went to see a specialist who dealt with issues like theirs, and after an hour of talking, and venting, and even a bit crying, they found the source of the problem. Kurt was a good boy, he was, but he had never really been disciplined. Blaine tried, but it ended in a fight. The solution: total submission. Start from the top and then work their way down. Kurt wasn’t sure how it was gonna go, but he was willing to try.
Flying Lessons ||
James really didn’t like Potions. He knew as a young wizard, he should pay attention but he just did not see the point in potions. It was possibly the most boring, useless class he had ever been forced to attend. He wanted to get to flying lessons, though. He had been up on a broom a couple times with his dad and he bet that he would be good at it. He wanted to play Quidditch when he got old enough to be on the Gryffindor team. He figured when he got old enough, he would be captain too. That’s what the boss did. They got to be in charge of everyone. He finally got to go to flying lessons and he watched as some people could not get their broom to work but he got it in the first try. He knew that he would be good on a broom. His dad had told him it was genetic, that all Potters knew how to ride a broom well.
He looked over and tried not to laugh at the other people, who weren’t as good as him. It’s not like they could be as good as him anyway but it was still funny. The professor got called away and of course, he obeyed when he was told to not get on his broom, only not really. He found himself off the ground and it came easy to him. He could tell some people thought they’d get in trouble but he didn’t care. He liked being on a broom. He lowered himself back down. No one would ever be as good as him, so he didn’t see why they even tried.