Jack's hand against his stomach was almost dangerously distracting, had Andy not been too riddled with fear to do anything but think about that. He put his hands over Jack's, feeling the hot shame run through him because really, first years could do this and he couldn't.
"I don't know." he said miserably. It was hard to narrow it down to one thing - the sick twisting feeling he had in his stomach when he glided across, the lack of control he had, the anticipation of rising higher...