He'd never have been so foolhardy without the felix coursing through his system, but he knew when to fling them both into the void so they came out, above the small park near his flat, with enough momentum still carrying them forward that they didn't spin out of control.  He settled them down and she stood on the thin patches of grass and stared at him.  The Muggle streetlamp turned her ginger hair to rubies, and her eyes to glitter and she began to smile as she stood there,  breathing hard in the night air.  "Blaise Zabini," she said, "This might just be your lucky night."