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Even though he was capable of flying around whenever he wanted thanks to his Animagus form, Frankie still found joy in flying on a broom. While in the form of a crow, he had to do all of the tiresome work -- the wing-flapping, fighting against the occasional wind, and so long. On a broom, flight was effortless. All he needed to do was lean one way and he was good to go.
Today the Head Boy was in the mood to do a few laps around the pitch, maybe even toss a Quaffle or smack some Bludgers around if anyone else was there. Already soaring through the air after grabbing his broom from the shed, he made his way up over the stands and onto the pitch. Lo and behold, there was a young Geneva Tate over on the other side mounting her broom.
"Hellooooooooo, Genny!" the blond called down to her, now flying above her. "Wonderful day for flying."
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