"Hey! So, I’ve clue no where I’m going but if you could show me where I can take a go on my broom — because I’ve heard Hogwarts has a beautiful stadium — that would be ace." Even if she knew about all the terrible things going on Hogwarts, if anything would calm her about this new place she was in it would be flying. It always did the trick.Â
"Did I hear you ask about the pitch?", he asked, looking up from the broom he was trying to fix up a little. It was rare for people to simply want to chill right now with the death and all. And while he understood them, he really did, a part of him wanted nothing more but to fly, perhaps have a drink and simply relax. "Luckily for you, this is where I'm headed too. Wanna join me for a quick practise?"
