Lucy Spinks (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} addingvalue) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Lucy's stomach lurched as Richard rolled them 360 degrees in the air - but it was the good kind of lurch, the same one she got when she'd climbed a particularly difficult wall and her muscles were aching and she looked down at the ground where she'd started. Sometimes, though it wasn't advised, she'd just push off from the wall and fall, knowing the ropes would keep her pace slow enough that the landing wouldn't hurt her. She'd been meaning to look into abseiling for ages, but this was better.
"Someone should have told us there were sticking charms in 1st year," she said. "So many of the girls were afraid to fly in case they fell off." She'd been one of them, though she didn't say so. If she'd known there were invisible safety precautions, would she have felt better? Maybe not. She hadn't trusted magic much then. Still didn't, though she was getting better.
Her hands gripped the smooth wood as Rich kicked the speed up, but despite the pace and the tight corners she never felt unsafe. The wind whipped the short strands of hair that hadn't made it into her ponytail, which only made her feel like they were going faster. She leaned into the turns, her muscles tensing and relaxing as if she were in control long before Rich handed over.
She didn't want to go slow - but she didn't want to end up in a heap on the ground, either, so she forced herself to be sensible. It was harder, being in the metaphorical driving seat. At first, she forgot she had to focus on keeping the broom level in vertical space (she was more used to cars and bikes than brooms) and they dipped a few times before she got the hang of it. "You made this look easy!" she teased when she turned too wide on the corner.