Ardric has always loved flying. When he was a second year his rich, pureblood death eater parents had gotten him his first real broom. He'd had toy brooms all his life but once he was allowed to bring a real broom he could. He enjoyed Quidditch in general. He wasn't the best at the sport and hence why he never tried joining his fellow Ravenclaw team. But his love of flying kept him up in the air a lot.
And with being a frequent flyer it gave him access to fresh air and more friends whom also enjoyed flying and Quidditch.
On one sunny day the Ravenclaw student had grabbed his broom and headed out to the Quidditch Pitch. He put his broom down and held his hand out, "UP." His broom flew into his hand and he climbed on and rose into the air. He hadn't even looked around to see if anyone was there. He was just to focused. He flew higher just soaking up the sun.