All This Time I Was Finding Myself

[pottering]

Harry Potter

GENDER: Male
AGE: 18
SEEKING: I really have no idea, I suppose friends, I haven't had much time to think about the rest of that stuff
EXTRA: I may have just saved the world, but my friends might hit me upside the head if that's all I put, so, hi. I'm Harry. Just Harry. I'd be sort of excited if you hadn't heard of me actually.

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[pottering]

Oh, right. Good.

[Harry sets the Firebolt into the air, where it hovers at proper mounting height, and swings a leg over it, scooting up a bit from where he generally sits to make sure she has plenty of room, and tucking his legs under him, leaving the stirrups for her to use for that extra bit of support. The Firebolt still has an impressive turn of speed, he's looked after it as best he can over the years, but he tells himself to take it slowly first. He might need to remind himself a few more times before it sinks in.]

Climb on, then. Use the stirrups if you like. And hang on, around my waist. I hope you're not scared of heights.

[The challenge in his smile makes it clear he doesn't think she'd have agreed to this if she was.]

[sanguinescry]

( 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?

[pottering]

Erm, well, it knows me pretty well by now, but try not to lean out too far, it might get a bit confused about direction. Mostly it's just holding on though.

[And even though it's a Firebolt, and still one of the fastest brooms from a standing start, he kicks off carefully and guides it straight up until they're clear of the people around the pool before he leans forward and adds a bit more speed, angling toward the jungles behind the resort. They can skim the tops, and circle around over the beach, and as the wind ruffles through his hair he starts grinning again. Flying will never lose its magic.

He turns his head enough that she'll be able to hear him, though they aren't flying fast enough for the wind to whip his words away. Not yet, anyway.]

All right?

[sanguinescry]

( That's...an interesting response. Lydia turns it over in her mind a few times. "It knows me pretty well by now," like the broom has a mind of its own and it's taking mental notes of Harry's general flying style and reacting accordingly. That's...interesting. That is something she's absolutely going to have to ask him more about at some point. Not right now. )

Just hold on, got it.

( When he kicks off the ground, Lydia finds herself squeezing him a little tighter with the surprise of actually lifting off the ground and, then, speeding up, literally flying. She's flying on a broomstick with Harry Potter right now. That's a thing that's happening in Lydia's life.

She grins a little at him when he turns his head and asks after her. )

I'm freaking amazing right now!

[pottering]

[The answer is 'sort of.' Lots of magical objects take on some kind of personality, especially if they're owned and used by the same witch or wizard for years. When she asks, he'll do his best to stumble through the explanations Arthur Weasley's given him over the years, but for now he doesn't even think twice about it, too pleased at the chance to take someone else flying for the first time.

And from the sound of it, Lydia's the kind of person who really takes to it.]

Brilliant! Keep hanging on, yeah?

[Because flying fairly slowly in a straight line is not exactly any sort of introduction to flying, from Harry's perspective. No, they're going to veer right out over the jungle, speeding up now before Harry spots a little river winding through the trees and angles sharply over to it and drops to almost skim the surface of the water. Still easy maneuvers, especially for a Seeker, and he's gratified to find the Firebolt handling all of them without any trouble at all, even with two people loaded on.]

[sanguinescry]

( His warning to keep hanging on is heeded, of course, but Lydia still doesn't expect it when he turns sharply and her arms tighten to squeeze his middle as she looks ahead of them again, a surprised little yelp escaping her before being followed by a laugh. This is real life. This is happening right now. )

This is literally the coolest thing I've ever done, you do this all the time? Does it ever lose its luster?

( She doubts it, but you never know. )

[pottering]

[The yelp makes him laugh as he pulls the stick back and sends them soaring back into the sky again.]

Never. Not once. I don't think it ever could.

[He follows the river more slowly now, in the little narrow valley between the treetops. It might lead them back toward the resort eventually, flowing toward the ocean.]

I play Quidditch, actually, it's this sport that's all on broomsticks. But the first time I got on a broom, I just...knew how to do it.