Ahn-Bo had watched his friend shoot up into the sky. Hooting and hollering, clapping, whistling, jumping up and down, shouting advice and instructions, and making all kinds of racket that was likely more distracting than it was helpful. He wished he had thought to grab a second broomstick from the pitch's backrooms. They were battered up and not nearly as quick as his own broom, but he didn't mind. Seojin-a deserved to learn on the very best broomstick in existence. Though the beginning was a little shaky, by the end he was flying like he'd been doing it for years. He hadn't even vomited once!

"You're a natural!" He ran toward him excitedly, enjoying the actual grin on the vampire's face. With the wind-tousled hair, flushed cheeks, and sheer joy, Seojin-a could have been just like anyone else. Not sullen or lonely. He almost looked like a different person; the contrast was so stark. Ahn-Bo's look was nearly identical: tousled hair, cheeks flushed, beaming brilliantly (and breathless once more, from all the amazing teaching he'd been doing.) "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" He teased, steps slowing before he crashed into his classmate.