A night flight always cleared his mind, so perhaps it would be the final boost she needed to put the day's awful events behind her. "Alright, come with me then," he grinned, taking the broom from her and swinging open the front door. Dory might have suggested her cloak if they were taking separate brooms, but their combined body heat and whiskey would keep them warm enough. It wasn't as though he was going to fly them to London.
He led the way to the garden on the side of the house whilst debating whether or not she should be in front of or behind him. She would likely feel more stable holding onto him, but the freedom being on a broom with nothing blocking one's view was one of life's greatest experiences. He could direct her and the broom, too, so he needn't worry about any crashes. "Here, climb on." Dory cheerfully instructed, making the final decision to seat himself behind her.
He led the way to the garden on the side of the house whilst debating whether or not she should be in front of or behind him. She would likely feel more stable holding onto him, but the freedom being on a broom with nothing blocking one's view was one of life's greatest experiences. He could direct her and the broom, too, so he needn't worry about any crashes. "Here, climb on." Dory cheerfully instructed, making the final decision to seat himself behind her.