He looked down at his thighs, tightened his grip on the broom there instead of his hands, and it felt right somehow. That was a good tip actually. Professor Hooch had been dismissive of his fear back in those flying lessons, and then the other students had teased him, not maliciously though, about how crap he'd been. Cedric had tried to get him to practice, but he'd shrugged it off as something he wasn't really interested in anyway. Giving it a go now, he wondered why he'd made the fuss before. It wasn't so bad. Perhaps it had been the wonky brooms at school. This one was very steady; it felt like it had training wheels or something.
Robbie shook his head, lifting his eyebrows a little in emphasis. "Never going to happen." It was fun, this banter, but he did sincerely hope that she wouldn't catch him out somehow as a prank. No getting too drunk later, he made a mental note.
That motivational 'bullshit' was pretty good advice actually. He'd always lived very carefully, obviously the opposite end of the spectrum to Alicia, but he could see the Events that had made him that way. "You're right. Well, I'm up here, aren't I?" A thought occured to him then. "Hey, how come you never became a professional Quidditch player? You were alright at school," he said, meaning she'd been pretty good.