"You don't even have to fly very high before the sound of everyone on the ground is drowned out by the wind," Eden answered politely. Hand-raise and all. Then a lightbulb went off in her head, and she had to quickly get the rest of her answer out before Kazmi moved on. "Actually, no, the best part about flying is that it's an alternative to portkeys."

That invention was part of her magical inheritance she was glad to let go of.


She went back to picking splinters out the handle of her broom, happy that Quinn had chosen to stand next to her.