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, |
Eventually, Lucy seemed to settle to the broom's responsiveness and her laps became tighter, with less mistakes. It was unbelievably fun, whipping through the air with nothing but the stick and the stirrups holding her in place.
She pulled herself to a halt reluctantly at Rich's words and made her way back to the stall, staying on the broom even once she'd reached it. She wasn't ready to get off yet - and besides, she was pretty sure she'd discover new aches and pains as soon as she did. Riding a broom used different muscles to... pretty much anything else. "I'm going to be sore tomorrow," she announced, but her face was shining with happiness which indicated that it would be worth it.
"Place to practice?" she asked, hopeful but uncertain. Did Rich know she couldn't apparate? There was no mention of a licence on her CV, but nor had she specifically mentioned that she couldn't (at least, so far as she could remember). She'd been lucky that everywhere she needed to get, pretty much, was on the floo network.