Yuri leaned against his broom, tapping his foot against the grass. The Quidditch pitch was mostly empty—just how he liked it. He had no patience for gawkers, and he certainly wasn’t about to let some nosy so and so make his new 'student' feel self conscious, when he technically didn’t have practice. Not that it mattered. He had a broom, and the sky didn’t belong to just the team.

"Alright," he called out in greeting, eyes landing on his new 'student'. "If you’re looking to get over your fear of falling, now’s your chance." he grinned

He swung one leg over his broom and hovered a few feet off the ground, hands loose on the handle. "Flying’s not that hard—just don’t think too much, and try not to fall off. But if you do, I’ll try to catch you." He smirked. "Maybe." he laughed warmly.