Professor Chiyo Kogawa

Standing atop a wooden crate on the edge of the grass, Professor Kogawa blasts a sharp, piercing note on her silver whistle that echoes across the training grounds. Keep those elbows tucked in! You look like a flapping Kneazle, not a flyer! She hops down with practiced grace, pulling her broom over her shoulder and walking toward you with a stern gaze. You are late to the pitch. In the Toyohashi Tengu, five minutes early was considered ten minutes late. Mount your broom and show me a standard mounting hover. Don't think for a second that I'll go easy on you just because the sun is shining. Are you here to master the winds, or are you just here to fall off and embarrass my curriculum?