The laughter helped, really. That, and the amusing idea of telling Charlie about her 'having a ride on T's broom'. Quidditch really was dirty. "It is, you know. I can list endless inappropriate Quidditch remarks. Most of them have been used as pickup lines on me, you know, because men apparently think that's what a Quidditch players wants to hear, stuff about how they know you can 'handle a broom'."
After a reluctant moment, Katie climbed onto the broom behind him. Wincing slightly at the twinge in her arm, she tucked it against her stomach and used her other arm to wrap around T and hold on tightly. Unable to resist, Katie pressed her eyes shut as they began to move. But at first, it was fine. Low to the ground and slow, she didn't feel sick at all. She could feel the wind in her hair just a little bit... and Merlin, she'd missed that.
But after a few minutes, T started to guide the broom higher, and push it a little faster. Suddenly she began to feel just a little light-headed, and then as they gained another few feet, it got worse. Everything was spinning, she felt herself sway slightly on the back of her broom, and there was a roaring sensation in her ears along with this strange fuzzy feeling in her head. Plucking at the back of T's shirt, Katie managed to slur out, "Down. Need to go down, n-now." Fuck, she felt like she was going to get sick. Or possibly black out.