Niki slid onto the broomstick, and waited until Drew was on behind him, until he had a grip on him, which made him grin. Because oh yes, the drug was slowly starting to weave its way through his system, making him feel warm, making everything feel blissful.
Once they were both on, he kicked off the ground and took to the sky. Flying towards his flat, which wasn't too far away, not as the broomstick flew. He loved to fly. Loves the way the air streamed around them, cooler and cripser, loved the way that it felt. It was always over too soon, and now was the same. Soon he could see the worn, unattractive building he lived in, and then they were there.
Niki landed, fairly smoothly, laughing as he tumbled off the broomstick. "You had a beard," he announced, which seemed out of the blue, but he had been trying to remember why Drew was familiar. He remembered that day, long ago. The Triwizard Tournament.
Taking hold of Drew's hand again, he lead the way into his building, and up the stairs.