Aeon listened intently to his cousin go on, nodding the whole time. It must have sucked, suddenly being torn away from one world and thrown into another, duller world. Being a muggle didn't seem to have any appeal what-so-ever.
"I can't see why your father would still have any feelings for her. She's a slurry." he grumbled, batting the chip back onto the counter. Kida was going to constantly be talking about her beater position, and showing it off. Aeon snorted. Great.
Aeon nearly facepalmed himself at Kida's next statement. "Of course I know how to fly, Ki. What wizard or witch doesn't?" he smirked and got up from the counter, grabbing at his packet with crumpled slightly in his hand. The thump from behind alerted him that Kida had "found" the doorway once more. "You know, a logically thinking person would use a door stopper, so they'd always know where the door was. Oh wait, sorry, I almost forgot. You're Kida." he chuckled, amused by his own words. He strode out into the lounge room after his cousin, following her through the foyer and out the front door.
They trudged into the forest and around the back of the large house, until Aeon saw the little pitch come into view. "Nice, this'll be useful for you." he said with a nod, his eyes tracing over the old, rusted hoops. "Might need to do a bit of cleaning and repairing, though."
He walked after her a little further, catching the broom she threw in his direction. "A twigger? I do have my firebolt with me, but this will do." he muttered, pulling his satchel over his head and placing it on the ground next to him. He spun the broomstick in his hand once, then tilted it forward, placing his foot near the bristles and shooting up into the air, one leg wrapping around the wood. The familiar sensation of the wind rushing past him instantly made him feel free, looking up at the clouds as they rushed closer. I love flying. He thought to himself, his grin widening. A bird squawked and flapped wildly out of his way, and it was then that he realised he'd shot way up past Kida and was metres from the clouds. "Oh." he said dumbly, guiding the broom back down to a better level, hanging lazily and grinning all the while. "A snitch you say? Sure, I guess. Should be fun."