Lucy/Rich/Open
Lucy let Richard rant - it was refreshing to hear her own growing antagonism to pureblood traditions reflected back from someone who had more reason to be in favour of them than she had. "I hadn't thought of that," she admitted when he seemed to have finished. "I was wondering why flying comes so much easier now than it did then. I could hardly get my broom to fly at all."
She tried to follow Richard's advice, between the constantly-changing movement and the the introduction of new concepts (thrust is always the same direction?) it was starting to make her head spin as much as the broom. She was pretty glad to shift over onto the Nimbus and give it a go on her own.
She concentrated hard on trying to fly the course in a more fluid manner, managing to smooth out her motions somewhat. After a few medium-speed laps she slowed again, trying to do what Richard had demonstrated and spin while moving forward. The first time, she managed to spin a quarter turn before her movement in every direction stopped and she dropped several feet towards the ground. She managed to catch herself, laughing into her helmet. "Are these things still linked? Because it would be great if you could pretend you hadn't seen that."