Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Though she knew she hadn't brought anything with her, Bryony still checked her pockets one last time for stray sketches or pencils before she reached out with a smile to accept her broom. The wood gleamed in the sunlight and the bristles were neatly straight and even. She narrowed her eyes up at Marcus. "Have you been maintaining it?" She was almost sure it hadn't been in this good condition last time she'd dropped it off at his flat, if only because she didn't really have anywhere she felt confident spending that much time with her broom in her lap without the risk of someone walking in. "You know I don't leave it with you so you'll take care of it for me." She was smiling, even as she asked, though, because she'd never take even the smallest chance of hurting Marcus with a rough word. Not that he was so easily hurt, but she knew she was lucky enough to have a special place with him and she would not abuse that.

With a gesture, she set the broom to hovering beside her; she hadn't needed word or wand for this particular magic for years. She mounted easily, her sensible flat shoes skimming the grass before she allowed the broom to carry her higher - putting her about eye level with Marcus for once. "Are we going anywhere in particular?" She knew Flint Manor and its environs nearly as well as she knew her parent's property, and she and Marcus had a few secluded spots in each that they'd used to hide from her sisters in.