[ She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and centering herself one last time as she feels the ground beneath her feet. Nice, and solid, and secure. Nothing to question. Right there. Unmoving. ]

Right. Breathe. [ She swings one leg up and over the broom, gripping tightly to its neck as she scoots back toward Fred very tentatively. ]

So help me, Fred Weasley, if you go fast without warning me, I will find a way to make sure you understand how terrible an idea it was.