He summoned his broom, nodding at both his partners in crime before flying up. He was immediately reminded of the harshness of the wind–it hit his face with full force–but tried to calm himself down a bit while shouting orders at his teammates. Flying provided him with a fresh boost of adrenaline, even though it wasn’t one of their best training; there was just simply something exhilarating and freeing in the way his broom moved and flew past the air resistance. The world and all of his problems seemed small up there, when he danced with clouds, and he had loved those moments even before the war when his world wasn’t so simple but tilted on its axis. Nothing had changed ever since.