"You got it right that time," Draco grinned. It was a small victory, but these were ones that they would have to navigate.
He took the arm and apparated, feeling the swirl, and the pull. It hadn't affected him physically in years, but he always felt the motion. They landed on a grassy knoll in Northern England, taking in sprawling hills with trees. It was a peaceful part of the country, rarely touched by others. "This place doesn't really have a name, or at least not one that I know. The Hogwart's express passes just over there." He pointed behind them where the tracks could be seen.
He was pulling on the gloves, testing them on the broom for grip. "Let's give these things a good run."