George grabbed his broom, got on and moved as far back on it as he could to allow Joanna to sit in front of him on the same broom. "Hop on, my sweet!" then flew off up the hill towards the lake. Fred, who was still standing outside, would have noticed them going if he wasn't still in shock from what Layla had done. What happened, the thought in Fred's head seemed to be on repeat mode, like a pair of omni-occulars with a jammed replay-button.