"Yeah, you can fly, and I can play the harp," Sirius said, a little snarky. By now she had descended enough that he could move one arm to her shoulder and place the other on the handle of her broom, holding the broom in place. "I'm going to flip you back over on the count of three, alright? One, two —"
(That he could have waited until they were closer to the ground to attempt this had not occurred to him. That he was touching her shoulder also had not occurred to him. As she got more relaxed, Sirius became more tightly-wound and stressed out, and he was not sure what to do to dissipate it.)
(That he could have waited until they were closer to the ground to attempt this had not occurred to him. That he was touching her shoulder also had not occurred to him. As she got more relaxed, Sirius became more tightly-wound and stressed out, and he was not sure what to do to dissipate it.)