And they thought she was random? Okay, so the vision with the death was completely random but she couldn't control those. In fact, they rarely happened to begin with so with the latest blurt of fate she'd be certain to send an owl to Nana as soon as she escaped the odd clutches of James Potter. If that were possible without being mocked or insulted.
His smirk, however, managed to have a certain contagious quality. For no reason at all, she smiled the same. Thin eyebrows pursed together at his suggestion. "Flying?" She questioned. She was a fair flyer, the only issue was the heights part. Made her stomach twist in a thousand knots, almost unbearable really.
In all reality, it seems she only caught his eye for a favour. With a sigh, Dorrie shrugged and remained put. "What favour?"