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[It's snowing, but only gently - enough to have the odd flake settle in Narcissa's hair and on her scarf, but not enough to obscure her vision. The wind carries most of the icy crystals away from her, anyway, swirling in barely-there flurries over the edge of the cliff and out into the nothingness and clouds beyond. It captures the edge of her cloak, causing the sturdy wool to cling momentarily, outlining her leg before whipping away to reveal leather boots and a divided skirt. Narcissa holds a broom in her left hand, a single iridescent feather tied to the handle with a scrap of ribbon.

In a moment, she's going to step from the edge.]

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I trust you. I just can't help but worry, regardless.

You needn't. I'm only out here on a whim...

Then might I join you? I've not had a chance to fly in such a long time. [And this way he might abate his fears of anything happening.]

[She can fly, Reggie - she just doesn't do it often.]

You may. I'd welcome the company.

[Yes, but she was about to jump off a cliff a few moments ago, which isn't generally excepted as 'flying' in most schools of thought.]

--I must say, this place does wonderful tea, but doesn't quite hit the mark when it comes to brooms.

[He has not been given the racing broom he requested. Cue the disappointed pout.]

[Well, and maybe she was. But not for any depressing sort of reason.]

I wouldn't know, to be honest. A broom is a broom is a broom to me... L-- Lucius always used to tease me about it.

[Oh, so just a foolish one, then?]

Well, I don't suppose it matters to anyone who doesn't fly very often. Not all brooms are equal; I wouldn't want to play Quidditch on something like this, for example. If I recall, the handling on this Cleansweep model doesn't allow for sharp enough turns, which is a pain when you're trying not to lose track of a snitch.

[Potentially. She won't thank him for suggesting it, of course.]

Had I any interest in chasing a snitch, I'm sure I'd know exactly what you meant.

[A gust of wind blows a lock of hair into the corner of her mouth; she tugs it away.]

[He wouldn't dare.]

All that matters is that the cushioning charms are applied extensively enough, in your case?

[Gosh it's chilly; Sirius never advised him to put on his coat.]

[Galling though it is, she's not perfect, and all those romance novels did have some small affect on her. Silliness is sometimes unavoidable.]

When I choose to fly a broom, yes. To be frank, I simply wanted the rush of the wind...

[It's not the silliness that bothers him as much as the lack of safety, but the cliff doesn't appear to be on the verge of collapsing and no one is about to slip off the edge, so there's nothing to fear for now.]

I've felt the same way more than a few times. Shall we, then?

[And entrusting your body weight plus whatever else physics throws at you to a charmed branch is safe?]

--let's.

[No, she didn't step off. Side saddle, thank you.]

[Well, if you ride side saddle then it's probably less so. Just saying.]

You won't be able to fly as fast like that, you know.

[She is not sitting astride. Ever.]

I'll manage--!

[Zoom.]

[...This would be one of those things he just isn't able to understand because he is not a Girl.]

Wait for me--

[No fair, you aren't allowed to speed off without him!]

[Mm, no. Girls do ride astride, but Narcissa is a lady.]

--you'll catch me easily, Slytherin's Seeker!

--Besides the point!

[And he does, turning his head to glance back at her and quite possibly making a silly face as he does so.]

As though I'd ever leave you behind!

[Her words are shouted into the wind as he flies past her.]

I wouldn't know! You might have found someone to replace me--

[Oh dear, someone almost had a collision with an errant bird. Where on earth did it come from?]

Look out--

[Very near collision with that bird, Reggie - mind!]

Never! You are one of the few constants in my life!

--I'm all right!

[Just about. The bird may have suffered a fright, though.]

You're certain I'll never be replaced by a younger, more fashionable model?

And risk your ire? I'd not be so foolish!

[Delight brightens her features as she guides her broom in a lazy loop-the-loop.]

Unless my replacement could also get rid of me!

[What, no barrel roll?]

I can't picture--

[Circling around a puff of cloud.]

--you displacing yourself!

[...no. No barrel roll. Honestly, Regulus.]

But I wouldn't be able to bear sharing your attentions. It'd be a fight to the death!

[But they're fun. Look at him go!]