Flint was sure that had been the same look on Flavia's face when he'd given her a new unicorn model for her birthday.
"That's the idea," he said with a shrug. "Just follow the rules and you won't end up back in Azkaban." He eyed the other wizard. "I wouldn't get on a broom for a while. You don't look like you could stay upright." He smirked. "Not that you were any good at that in the first place."