 Slytherin by heart
Kyle blinked. "Wear them on our heads? I hope not. They can be pretty heavy, after all." He thought about it and sat in the grass. "I think I'd like someone sticking close. If I can even manage to get up in the air." That was a possibility, wasn't it? That he wouldn't even be able to get it up? What if he couldn't fly at all? But commanding a broom was just magic, and he was good at most magic, so that might not be a problem after all. She said it was liberating, like taking command of the skies. That did sound rather nice.
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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