( Lydia stares at the broom hovering in the air of its own accord and watches Harry mount it, her face pulled with incredulous amusement. He's really not kidding, then.

When he invites her to get on, Lydia moves closer, following his lead and straddling the broom, putting her feet in the stirrups like she's about to ride the weirdest horse ever, and her arms circle around Harry's middle. )

Heights don't bother me. It takes a lot to scare me, these days. Anything I should know before you take off? Besides "hold on," I mean?