Post by Rachael on Nov 9, 2011 7:23:30 GMT -8
Title: This Is How You Ride A Broom
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: Bill gives a flying lesson
Inspired by the thread in the Potter Era 
At Bill’s request, Fleur demonstrated how she had been instructed to ride a broom, while at Beauxbatons in France. Bill had to cover his mouth with his hand as he struggled against the urge to burst out laughing at the incredulous spectacle. It seemed that young ladies attending Beauxbatons were being instructed to ride exactly like a lady; side-saddle. That she did not fall off while doing aerial manoeuvres was a complete and utter miracle. Bill acknowledged that it took a lot of skill and rigid control to do it, but there was nothing spectacular about her flight patterns.
He had to do something about this.
Right now.
Before someone saw her and embarrassed her.
Bill took a few jogging strides up the slope of Stoatshead Hill and called out to her. She flew down to him and dismounted her broom with a slight running step; a result of riding side-saddle on the broom. “Oui, Bill?” She asked, still mixing words of both languages, as she gazed up at Bill, her blue eyes shining in obvious admiration.
“Fleur, love, your school didn’t teach Quidditch to your advantage, I’m afraid,” he said softly, smiling gently at her. “This is how you ride a broom!” Without warning, Bill caught Fleur up in his arms, causing her to squeak in an undignified fashion as he man-handled her on to the broom, putting one of her legs on either side, while climbing on behind, snug against her back. He reached around her, wrapping his hands around hers, directing her to hold the shaft in the correct fashion.
Bill hid a smile against her hair as it brushed gently against his face. He could almost feel the strength of the blush flooding in to Fleur’s cheeks. He was never, ever going to forget this moment!
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: Bill gives a flying lesson
Inspired by the thread in the Potter Era At Bill’s request, Fleur demonstrated how she had been instructed to ride a broom, while at Beauxbatons in France. Bill had to cover his mouth with his hand as he struggled against the urge to burst out laughing at the incredulous spectacle. It seemed that young ladies attending Beauxbatons were being instructed to ride exactly like a lady; side-saddle. That she did not fall off while doing aerial manoeuvres was a complete and utter miracle. Bill acknowledged that it took a lot of skill and rigid control to do it, but there was nothing spectacular about her flight patterns.
He had to do something about this.
Right now.
Before someone saw her and embarrassed her.
Bill took a few jogging strides up the slope of Stoatshead Hill and called out to her. She flew down to him and dismounted her broom with a slight running step; a result of riding side-saddle on the broom. “Oui, Bill?” She asked, still mixing words of both languages, as she gazed up at Bill, her blue eyes shining in obvious admiration.
“Fleur, love, your school didn’t teach Quidditch to your advantage, I’m afraid,” he said softly, smiling gently at her. “This is how you ride a broom!” Without warning, Bill caught Fleur up in his arms, causing her to squeak in an undignified fashion as he man-handled her on to the broom, putting one of her legs on either side, while climbing on behind, snug against her back. He reached around her, wrapping his hands around hers, directing her to hold the shaft in the correct fashion.
Bill hid a smile against her hair as it brushed gently against his face. He could almost feel the strength of the blush flooding in to Fleur’s cheeks. He was never, ever going to forget this moment!
