Lucio had run ahead of them and into the cultivated land that stretched on for miles. They heard his shouts of laughter as he zoomed above them on his broomstick, occasionally flying past them with a wide grin on his face. Hermione had fought against the broomstick for a while, arguing that Lucio was too young to learn to fly, but Draco had given her an order. He'd learned to fly when he was young, too, and if that was true, then his ability had been passed down to Lucio. Draco had taught him the basics and safety tips, and then let him run loose. She had worried, because he still took a spill now and then, or went too quickly or too high, but he always seemed to remember to come lower, or slow down, and Pansy was able to soften all landings with her wand.