Cedric joined her, imitating her style as he took off. It wasn't an ideal position for racing, but a casual glide once in a while wasn't such a bad thing.

He wholeheartedly agreed, watching the view before them with almost all of the excitement he'd felt on his first day with a real broom. It was freeing, and he especially loved the wind's work on his hair and robes. The robe-rippling was dramatic, and he did have a slight eye for style.

"It wasn't a problem! I've missed it too, but I couldn't imagine having brooms for such a short time. We need ours year round. How else could we play Quidditch?"