Narcissa had been excited for her flying lesson with Regulus, but as she walked out onto the Quidditch pitch, she was beginning to feel a little nervous. She had tried to fly once before when she was young, but had fallen off. It had only been a toy broom that hovered a few feet off the ground, but it was enough to dissuade her from doing it any more. Still, the thought of flying seemed tantalizing and Regulus would be a good teacher. If he had anything, he had patience and he would definitely need it when it came to Narcissa.
She had a warm sweater on, but the day was nice enough that she didn't think she would need it much longer. She didn't know if flying warmed the blood, but the sun was setting and it would be dark soon. She should have just waited for Regulus after dinner, but she found herself wandering out by herself, wanting to be alone with her thoughts for a moment. She had been obviously ignoring Lucius as much as she could, stealing hidden glances at Severus during the meal. They still had not come out about their relationship (if you could call it that) publicly and she believed that Regulus was the only other person to know about it. Really, that was fine by her. She knew that other people would sneer at the idea and she couldn't stand the thought of being looked down upon. She was a Black after all and had a title to live up to. Still, she was being selfish for just the moment and prayed that Severus was alright with it.
She took a seat on a bench, her hands clutched together in her lap. She wondered what kind of broom Regulus would get for her and how he would teach her. She knew she just had to be determined and not scared. She practiced thinking in that way, hoping it would come true once the lesson began.