"Right let's go Anna. Er...you can ride up front, not particularly good on brooms myself." He gave an embarrassed sort of chuckle and threw his leg over the broomstick.

"Thanks Satine" he said as he took hold of the rope and slipped it over his shoulders. He took a deep breath and counted to ten in his head. He really hated flying, hated it...with a passion. Um...where exactly was he supposed to hold on? He looked around wildly, with his hands in the air unsure of where to put them exactly.