Trying to keep his tone as mild as possible, Harry tugged some of his wilding hair behind his ear and looked up at Madam Hooch with the eyes that always had Regulus melting in moments. He never really had to pull the eyes on James, who obliged his every wish. But apparently trying to swim on a broom was a terrible idea. It had been —a terrible idea that is. As Regulus had told him it would be. But if Harry could get Regulus to fold to an idea like that with only the batting of his lashes, he could wrap anyone around his little finger  "I’m very good on a broom, Ma’am. I’ve been riding since I was eight. My parents took liberties in training me," wide eyes innocence and earnestness was easy to feign when he wanted something. 