"Of course, nothing but a little wind." Alicia pulled down the hood of her sweatshirt, making sure her ponytail was secured tightly. It was a bit windy but she had planned for that. She held two brooms in her hand, both made by her. She had picked them out with specific purposes in mind. She knew Robbie wasn't comfortable flying and his would be perfect for this weather. It was made for stability and would be able to handle the wind. It wouldn't be any good for speed or fast turns but she had a feeling he wouldn't be attempting any of that.
Her own was far more suitable for how she liked to fly. It wasn't the sturdiest but it was ideal for speed and agility. It was a racing broom, a reckless broom really. He'd break his neck if he tried it. "I thought I told you to wear tight trousers? Guess I'll have to cop a feel later," she teased, handing him his broom as she mounted her own. "Don't break it or I'll make you pay." She didn't tell him she made it, figured he'd chicken out if she did.
Without waiting for him she was up in the air, her smile instantaneous. There was no greater feeling than this. The loose strands of hair whipping her face and feeling utterly invincible. How anyone could not want to live on a broom was beyond her. "Come on then, we don't have all day!"