"Give me a few weeks, and I'll be flying circles around you," she joked, though she knew it wasn't anywhere near the truth. He would know it, too, but that only made it funnier to her. No matter how much she loved flying, there was certainly nothing even bordering professional in her skill level. That Isaac was striving to be a professional had been something of a surprise to her, but certainly not based on his skill level.
Lisa nodded. "And it's a bloody shame, too. Brannigan had such potential when they brought him on last year, and then he had to get himself injured. Easily the best Chaser the League's seen in years. Well, the British League anyway. Best not get started on the European division, or I could go on all night." She laughed.
"Other things. Merlin." She shook her head, and a large droplet of water rolled from her hair and down her face. Lisa wiped it away, glad that the rain had at least stopped for the moment. "You--" She poked his arm. "--are almost the biggest flirt I've ever met." Then she hooked her arm through his, readying herself mentally for the tug of apparition. It was strange, but she found his demeanour comforting. Familiar. "Let's go. I'm bloody freezing."