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Cassirin Mo grinned stupidly when Lex complimented his driving, although he had to acknowledge that he was doing a more than fair job of it. It helped that he was used to pulling up sharply on his broom, he supposed, since this employed many of the same muscles. Plus he rather thought he understood what their Abraxan was feeling. He was nervous about the explosions, rebellious about having to continue on the same path, and he did NOT like all the tugging on the reigns.
Mo wanted to tug LESS if he could help it, and he scowled broadly at Lex when she was grabbing at the reins. He wasn't trying to take her wand from her, and she needed to let him just be. All the tugging was confusing their Abraxan, and having two sets of hands on the reins was even worse. Mo tugged the rein from Lex's hands and redirected the Abraxan around the snow pile.
"You blast. Don't drive. You chose your job, remember?"
How far along the course were they? She didn't know how many more explosions the horse could take before it finally gave up and took flight--on second thought, she'd like to keep blasting please. No matter how trained a horse was, she bet if provoked well enough it would take flight and she and Mo would get a real joy ride, one that wouldn't even be their fault!!!
Lex released the reigns without much opposition when Mo grabbed at them. No driving, got it. Not like she was regretting her job or anything. The blasting was the FUN.
The Gryffindor flopped back into her seat, feeling the carriage shifting this way and that again. When she lifted her head again she could see the finish line and others already there. It figured that happen but it was fine, the ride had been bumpy and epic. Her wands was at the ready for any obstacles, not looking forward to another swerve but anticipating it nonetheless. Weirdly though...there wasn't. The horse darted across the finish line before slowing to a trot and finally coming to a hault.
They did it!
"Awesome!"