No Fear of Flying
Harry chuckled when she was safely settled and he was slowly descending to the ground, his arms still wrapped tight around her. "No, but if I didn't have reflexes I wouldn't be much of a Seeker."
He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "fucking birds" under his breath, and then touched them down safely. "Are you really okay? And yes, I can accio some crows my way when you're inexplicably kicking my arse on the pitch."