Nabs!Ama | | The Happy Hufflepuff Natasha was still adjusting to being up in the air when Armand flew up to her. She gripped the broomstick tighter due to nerves and a sudden fluttering in her stomach, "It feels...scary! But I like it!" she giggled like a 12 year old, only she never giggled when she was 12.
"But to fly like her, I'd need to spellotape myself to the broom." She pried one of her hands from the broom and pointed at Danni, only to grip it tight again as the broom tilted dangerously to the side, "ACK! Hands on broom at all times!" She lectured herself.
Last edited by Nabs; 04-28-2007 at 08:13 AM.
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