Despite Roze's previous escapades on a broomstick, she was still a wee bit nervous. This certainly was nothing like the one her Brother had - his was new, well-looked after, and an incredibly smooth ride. She was frankly amazed that this decrepit one was happy enough to give into her commands. Upon her stating of 'Up!', it wavered ever so slightly, then shot into her hand, tail end wobbling slightly as if it were a dog, pleased to meet it's new owner.

Hopefully it didn't act like that in the air.

Mounting her quivering broom, Roze couldn't help but smile at everyone else's reactions to their own brooms. The New Zealander had let off an impressive tirade of swear words as his broom took of with him; a few people were zooming around the courtyard; and some people were getting smacked right in the fact by their broomsticks.
Kicking off the floor gently, nothing happened. Frowning, Roze kicked again more forcefully, only for the broom to finally get the idea and jolt her up in the air about 10 feet.

"Ehh.... easy boy." She muttered nervously as it continued to quiver. Seeing Daniel zooming around quite happily, Roze gritted her teeth and leant forward. Surprisingly, the quivering stopped, and it went forwards quite smoothly. Much like with a horse and it's rider, once Roze gained control and her confidence grew, the broom seemed to relax around her.

"Broom makers make these things [i]way[/i] too intelligent." Roze muttered, but now she was grinning as the elation of the air got to her. Accelerating on her broom, she continued flying upwards at a fairly hair-raising angle; not that she found herself perturbed by this. In fact, she felt all the memories of her flying back at home coming back to her, which only made the experience better.

And yet, something in the distance marred her experience. As a few of the others landed, something dark flitted across the sun in the distance. Holding a hand over her eyes, Roze peered forward. It had been too big to be a bird... a dragon?! No... there weren't any in this area of Great  Britain. She'd been excited enough about the prospect to question her Uncle Bobby about any indigenous species. The closest dragons to... wherever the hell in Scotland Hogwarts was, was the Outer Hebrides. So what had it been?

Hearing whoops from down below, Roze cast one last dubious glance at the horizon before descending, falling back into place beside Daniel. Dismounting, she returned her smile to her face, ignoring the niggling feeling of doubt she had just discovered. Why was she so bothered? There were loads of magical creatures in and around Hogwarts. It was probably just a Hippogriff... or... something...

"Well," Roze said to Daniel, deciding not to bring the subject up unless someone else did - she didn't want to come across as some paranoid weirdo. "That was better than expected!"