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[son_ofa_witch]

[OOM: Learning to flyThe door to the bar opens, and for a moment, no one comes through. Eventually, though, a dark figure comes hurtling inside, careening on a broomstick he clearly does not know quite how to handle. His direction changes too quickly for him to manage, and he ends up crashing into a table and chairs, sending a few of them flying

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[sees_them_too]

Luna hasn't seen anything like that since....well, since her first year flying lessons when Leander Grant managed to get himself flying along low in the wrong direction and couldn't get stopped.

Right into the castle. Mr. Filch had not been amused.

Luna looks over the carnage.

"Are you all right? Do I need to go for a doctor?"

[son_ofa_witch]

"No'm fine," comes the still muffled reply, and then some of the broken pieces shift and a dark-haired head emerges.

"Where did this furniture come from?"

Last he knew, he'd been headed straight up into the night sky.

[sees_them_too]

Luna has squatted down on her heels, the better to look over the situation.

She blinks pale, dreamy eyes at the boy.

"From a furniture shop, I imagine," she replies. What an odd question.

"Or a market. Or maybe a carpenter made it here. They do seem to have everything in Milliways."

[son_ofa_witch]

"Oh, Milliways." He actually seems to relax at that. "Have I ended up here again?"

[no_vampires_plz]

!!!

A small purple unicorn comes galloping over. "Ohmygosh--are you okay??"

[son_ofa_witch]

Liir is still stuck under a pile of wreckage. He'll get around to seeing who's talking in a moment.

"Yes, fine. I think. Have you seen the broom?"

[no_vampires_plz]

"Uh..." The unicorn looks around a bit before she spots it--it ended up in the rafters, somehow. She pulls it down with a levitation spell. "Here."

[son_ofa_witch]

He finally gets out from under the wood and reaches for the broom.

And then does a double-take. He's never seen it levitate like that before.

"Did you...?"

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius stares.

And stares.

And stares far longer than he should before remembering someone is stuck under the mess.

" - Er. All right under there?"

[son_ofa_witch]

"Yes, fine," comes a muffled grumble from under the pile of furniture.

He'll make his way out in a minute here.

[alsoagreengrass]

And Scorpius will help with the making of a way out, moving a chair.

Then the broom catches his attention.

"Oh, your broom."

[son_ofa_witch]

Liir pulls a sliver of wood out of his hair.

"Thanks," he says a bit sullenly, reaching for the broom.