ALRIGHT, YOU BUNCHA FLIGHTLESS LITTLE SACKS OF SHIT! LET'S GET ONE THING STRAIGHT; I DON'T LIKE ANY OF YOU! YOU'RE TALENTLESS, BRAINLESS, AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, THE SIGHT OF JUST ONE OF YOU IS ENOUGH TO MAKE ME WANT TO HURL! AND SEEING AS I'M LOOKING AT A OVER A DOZEN OF YOU LITTLE FUCKS, I'M FEELING PRETTY DAMN NAUSEOUS!

I AM SARGENT MCCADAMS, YOUR SENIOR BROOM FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR. FROM NOW ON, YOU ARE ALL UNDER MY COMMAND. FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL KNOW PAIN, YOU WILL KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO PRACTICE FLYING ON A BROOM UNTIL IT CHAFFS YOUR THIGHS UNTIL THEY BLEED LIKE A FRESH CARCASS! YOU ARE STUDENTS OF LUNA NOVA BEFORE AND AFTER MY CLASS, BUT IN-BETWEEN THAT TIME, YOU ARE LOWLY PIGS IN A SLAUGHTERHOUSE, PRAYING FOR DEATH! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?

Oi, newbies! Get your little asses over here! Even for people like you with piss poor capabilities, flight magic should be simple. But one fuck up, and you'll hurt yourself. I've seen people take all kinds of nasty falls off their brooms, and let me tell you, I didn't think it was possible to end up with your femur going through your throat, but one unlucky bastard had shown me I was very, very wrong! In short, don't fuck up!