"Sure you can keep up?" he asked, arching a brow. He mounted the broom and took off down the green hill, heading for the woods. He flew often just for relaxation. He didn't always have time, but he made it. It was something that he had to do. and couldn't give up.
He was faster than he had been years ago, but it was different flying for fun rather than competition. He was much more relaxed, and it showed in his movements. He headed for the trees, which was a familiar run for him. He knew the twists and turns of the forest, but this one was not that difficult for those unfamiliar with it.