Yin, Bruce, Hogwarts AU?
Three Sentence Fics
“You’re not swishing enough, that’s why it’s coming up too slowly,” she coached-- her own feather hovered gracefully ten feet in the air, while Bruce’s sluggishly climbed as if it weighed tons. Bruce’s yellow-black bumblebee colored scarf obscured the lower half of his face as he nodded, and then he let the feather fall.
With a quick mutter of the spell and a much faster swish, a vicious flick, the feather went rocketing up until it got stuck on in a stony-faced, snarling gargoyle-- he gave a disappointed sigh, and Yin let her feather float gently to the table as she prepared to get the feather down.









