"Just give me three minutes mate, and you'll be eating my air. " Granted it was once again, false bravado, but a girl could hope, no? Yes, Michael was a brilliant flyer, it was just one of the hundreds of things they had in common, but Mandy did sometimes like to pretend there were some things at which she excelled. She wasn't likely to admit defeat easily.
"Yeah, right, Mike. You wish," Mandy retorted with a roll of her eyes as she searched out and found her broom. "As if I would ever let you see me without robes," she added, rather glad that the lack of light was going to make the blush on her cheeks less visible.