"It wasn't much different than riding a broomstick for the first time," She explained to him later. He stared at her as though she were mad.

"And how, pray tell, was it like that, Cissy?"

"Well, you know."

He clearly did not.

She sighed. "Alright. You start out, and there's the anticipation. You know you're about to do something totally unlike anything you've ever done before, and you can't wait. But in the very instant before you kick off, you get nervous. You suddenly don't want to do it. Of course, by that time you're on the broom already, you may as well, and you know you'll do it sooner or later anyhow. And then, suddenly, you're in the air, and you're completely disoriented. You know the tiniest mistake could be disastrous, but you immediately love the feeling. It's liberating, and at the same time, invigorating. Energizing. You fly higher, and every thing gets better and better and then, slowly, you land, breathless, but never happier. You know right away that you'll never, ever forget it."

Lucius leaned in a bit closer, smirking.

"And your second broom ride, what was that like, Narcissa?"

"I fell off and broke my leg."