Blaise flew off a little, waiting for Daphne to fall in beside him, flying slow enough that the wind wasn't too bad, so they could still talk. "Flying with someone without dodging Bludgers for a bit will be welcome."
Blaise liked to play, but his inner vanity sometime rebelled at the idea of high speed bludgeoning objects flying at his face. Luckily, he usually managed to overcome that. (Though his mother regularly lodged a protest for the same reason.)
"I could try to help you with Charms, if you still need a hand," Blaise offered. His own personal area of struggle was Potions, but Charms he was quite competent. "And nothing of note. Practice, classes. Avoiding Gryffindor pranks. The usual. And you?"