Perhaps Madam Hooch had been urging them too frequently. When Michael and William saw Ian trying to run toward the castle, they each grabbed him under an arm and carried him back to the lawn.
"You're not afraid of heights, are you?"
Michael suspected Ian was trying to skip class.
"Nonsense. Ian must just be going to do something important that we don't know about, but is definitely amazing!" William had remained committed to his childish yet highly effective flattery of Ian.
"I just wanted to save my reputation and innocence while there was still time!" Watching Snape disappear, Ian could only regret reacting too slowly.
Still.
He secretly swore that if Snape dared use his hair to brew Polyjuice Potion, then sneak into the girls' bathroom or Professor McGonagall's bedroom to do something that damaged Ian's reputation, he would definitely brew a cauldron of Polyjuice Potion himself, turn into Snape, and perform Gokuraku Jodo in the Great Hall for everyone.
"Snape was born evil!"
Even as he was carried back into the crowd, Ian remained indignant. He touched the top of his head. As someone born in Britain, what he dreaded most was naturally any hair loss at the very center of his scalp.
Granted, Ian was still a child, but his hair was not particularly thick. If he did not plan ahead while he was young, who knew what might happen when he grew up?
"Just watch my performance later. I learned how to ride a broom long before school started. My dad even flew with me all the way from Austria back to London."
"Once, we ran into one of those flat Muggle flying metal things. It threw a Bludger at us and invited us to play, but my dad immediately Apparated us home."
"I bet that