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"No," Lucy agreed, nodding. "It doesn't really." Perhaps looking into her past and trying to understand it was a bad habit she was getting into - though it was hard to resist given the onslaught of memories and questions coming back to the wizarding world was bring up.
Bringing her broom back up to the level she'd been flying at, Lucy straightened out and decided not to try anymore fancy tricks where anyone could see. "Not a lot of secluded fields in London," she pointed out. "Or Sheffield, for that matter." The fact Rich had been flying for so long did make her feel a little better about fucking up - and she had the added confidence of knowing he'd seen her in her element more often than he'd seen her making stupid mistakes.
She let him get on with his own flying while she changed brooms. If anything, the one she selected was too responsive. It turned at the slightest touch, which meant she came in on the inside of the first corner she attempted, and the second. She seemed to have got the height changes under control, though, and after a few more laps she was pushing harder and faster.