Viktor moved his broom after her, readjusting his grip. He grinned as she slowed slightly, and then flashed a grin at her, "You don't have to take it too easy on me, Sue. I'm okay or I wouldn't be on a broom. Just refrain from crashing into me if you would. That's how I got in this predicament. Not that I think you will," he added, grinning more as he felt the wind on his face.
He loved this. He lived for this. The feeling, even though cold and sharp, made him feel more alive than he had for quite a while. NO working in sooty fireplaces and grates, cleaning and casting spell after spell to adjust the trajectory of the occupant or the speed. No, Viktor lived to be on a broom and wondered how he'd ever talked himself into that pathetic indoor job. Shit, he'd rather be selling gloves and brooms at a shop than doing the shit he was doing now.
He slowed slightly, "Do you think we should open it up to everyone? I could do advanced broom riding classes? As long as it does not irritate the flight instructor."