Her laugh is quiet, personal, and she elbows him gently in the ribs, the move concealed from her class by their robes.
"You owe me, old man," she murmurs right back, eyeing her class but doing nothing to discourage their growing curiosity at the conversation happening before them, seen but unheard.
Her own engraved broom is in her hand already, though it hovers nearby of its own accord whether she asks it to or not. She's not about to offer it to him, as it may or may not possess any number of enchantments to prevent tampering. The habit has served her well through the years.
Instead, she reaches out with a silent, wandless command, and a nearby "vintage" Firebolt (one of her visual Incentives for her class) flies into her outstretched hand. She passes it over to Draco with very little ceremony.
"I promise it's perfectly safe," she informs him, honestly. Though she'd be only mildly offended if he didn't believe her. "You'll forgive me if I don't release a proper Snitch, we really don't need history repeating itself," she continues with a fond grin, shaking her head before turning back to her class.
"Professor Malfoy, out of the kindness of his heart, has agreed to show you lot a few of the basics," she addresses them, and even to her surprise, they're mostly silent and actually paying attention. She really should have abused her coworkers sooner. And then she turns to Draco with a small, sweeping gesture, eyebrows raised as if to say take it away.
"Brooms down until I tell you otherwise," she adds before he can get started, though, mounting her own broom and hovering there, ready to assist, if necessary. Or if the mood strikes her.
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"You owe me, old man," she murmurs right back, eyeing her class but doing nothing to discourage their growing curiosity at the conversation happening before them, seen but unheard.
Her own engraved broom is in her hand already, though it hovers nearby of its own accord whether she asks it to or not. She's not about to offer it to him, as it may or may not possess any number of enchantments to prevent tampering. The habit has served her well through the years.
Instead, she reaches out with a silent, wandless command, and a nearby "vintage" Firebolt (one of her visual Incentives for her class) flies into her outstretched hand. She passes it over to Draco with very little ceremony.
"I promise it's perfectly safe," she informs him, honestly. Though she'd be only mildly offended if he didn't believe her. "You'll forgive me if I don't release a proper Snitch, we really don't need history repeating itself," she continues with a fond grin, shaking her head before turning back to her class.
"Professor Malfoy, out of the kindness of his heart, has agreed to show you lot a few of the basics," she addresses them, and even to her surprise, they're mostly silent and actually paying attention. She really should have abused her coworkers sooner. And then she turns to Draco with a small, sweeping gesture, eyebrows raised as if to say take it away.
"Brooms down until I tell you otherwise," she adds before he can get started, though, mounting her own broom and hovering there, ready to assist, if necessary. Or if the mood strikes her.