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spinrightround (spinrightround) wrote in pandorarpg,

She gasped in worry a moment as it looked like George might fall off his broom, but thankfully, he righted himself. She shook her head. Of course he was laughing like a loon - he'd (almost) always managed to laugh in even the worst of circumstances. It was one of the things that had made him a good friend.

"Be careful, your holiness!" she shouted as she casually floated in the air, waiting for him to fetch the quaffle. "I think they'll revoke your sainthood for falling off your broom!"

To her amazement - and she admitted she was somewhat impressed - he remained low to the ground as he headed for the hoop. She'd expected him to fly up before heading that way, and it meant she was lagging in flying off to catch him. Luckily, her broom was the same one she'd used back at school, and when they flew together, they were nearly one entity.

She reached out as she approached him, planning on trying to grab the quaffle from him. Or, if he said anything else about the view, she'd knock him off his broom. There wasn't far to fall at this height.