"Thanks." He was barely hitting his prime as a Quidditch player and there were still things that he wanted to master and improve upon, but he wasn't too modest that he couldn't openly admit that he had got better in the last few years.
Just when he thought that he'd got her to relax a little, she zipped away. Flint sat there, hanging in the air as he watched her descend towards the ground. His heavy sigh was torn from his lips as he followed after her, though he took a more leisurely pace. If his mother and Flavia were here, he hoped they wouldn't overwhelm Cho all at once.
Unfortunately, as he was coming to land, he saw Flavia emerge from the house. Though starting to get tall like her brother, Flavia was built somewhere along the lines of a stick, with fair hair and angelically wide eyes. "Oi," he called to her. "You don't hug her unless she wants to be hugged."
Flavia managed to roll her eyes and whine at the same time.
Flint dismounted. "Go inside and put the kettle on. We'll be in soon." He pointed towards the door, then remembered that he was going to try and use better manners around his fiancee, adding a, "Please," a bit belatedly.