hh_mirror | Owl for L!

Matt doesn't mind; L was in his place, after all, the first time he went flying.

"It's fun," he says, stifling a yawn. "I know I'll be flying quite a lot." Pause. "Flying a broomstick through London could be interesting..."

"And dangerous. And noticeable. Although maybe if you picked the right time of day, at the right altitude..." He leans forwards a little, and they pick up some speed. Definitely heading back towards the castle now.

He doesn't seriously want Matt to topple off.

"So was the motorbike thing." You can hear the grin in his voice.

It's very, very tempting to rest his head on the back of L's shoulder right now. Very tempting. But he doesn't.

L gave into it last time, as Matt may recall, but only for a split second, before he caught himself.

"...maybe we should? If you do not mind my company, I mean." He tacks the second part on as a hasty apology, he shouldn't have assumed.

"You want to come flying in London?" Matt sounds surprised, but pleased. "Hell yes. And hey, we could do some sightseeing stuff, if you want."

He sort of remembers L mentioning that.

"I could look for charms to make us invisible, so we do not accidentally reveal the existence of magic to the masses. I am a bit afraid of flash mobs."

But if that works out, then yes, London and flying might not be bad.

"Dude. We could go anywhere." He laughs. "Last time we almost got caught by the cops, and we just managed to get back into the wizarding pub we'd arrived at. And they couldn't see us! Like, we were standing right there watching all these English cops running about and yelling at each other and wondering where the fuck we'd gone..."

"I would feel very hypocritical if I ended up in a police chase."

He's supposed to be Justice, and all. They're now off of the forest, flying over the grass.

"It'd be funny as fuck, though. And it's not like anyone would catch us."

He'd say that even on motorbikes, but come on. Magical flying brooms versus police cars.

The angle of the broom changes again. They're climbing, fast, toward the castle.

"Maybe so, but probably not for them."

"I guess... But we're not them, so we don't need to worry about it."

Matt peers around L's head (there is a lot of hair!) and blinks. "You know you're flying straight at the castle, right?"

"Do you think you can tuck your legs up enough for us to make it through your window? Elbows in, too, and there is over an eighty percent chance that we will make it. A nineteen percent chance that we will have to turn back, and a one percent chance that one or both of use will be sent plummeting to our doom. In the event of such an occurrence, there is a forty percent chance that it would be you, thirty that it would be me, and thirty that we would both lose our grip."

Matt had better tuck his legs in fast. That window is coming up quickly.

Forty percent? "Fucking he--"

He pulls in his legs just in time, tightening his grip around L's waist and ducking his head until his forehead is pressed against the back of his neck. But they make it through, and Matt can't hear the sounds of any major destruction of his stuff, so...

Forty percent of that one percent chance. L wouldn't actually let him get hurt. He might even have been overstating the danger; rounding up, a little, for effect.

Trying very hard not to laugh, he coasts them over the equipment in the room, looking for a clear place to land. His shoulders shake with the repressed humour.

Matt's laughing too, now, though some of it might be from relief. His room is pretty small, and they're effectively flying in tight little circles over everything - lucky the ceiling is so high.

"I think you're going to have to hover over the bed," he says. "Then we can just jump onto it."

He hasn't lifted his head yet. Because he's tired.

"And then you will not have to move. I think it is about time you got some rest."

He sets them down on the bed as best he can; it's not easy, the mattress has too much give for him to get much of a foothold. Oh well, if they fall, the landing is soft.

"You're sending me to bed?" Matt asks, amused. He mis-steps a little as they land, grabbing at L's shoulder to keep from falling back.

"You are literally falling over," L points out, reaching out to steady him. "I think you proved my point for me."

"... we're standing on a mattress," he counters. "It's, y'know. Soft."

"We had best sit."

L is too tall to comfortably stand on furniture. He drops to his knees instead, and then clambers down so he can swing his legs off the side of the bed.

Matt sort of flumps down, pushing his goggles up to rub his eyes briefly. He'd forgotten that L was still wearing a pair, and the sight makes him grin.

"I still can't believe you didn't buy that yellow shirt."

"I am silly enough without such things." Time to pull the goggles off, and rub at the rings they've left around his eyes. What a strange feeling.

The rings around Matt's eyes are semi-permenant. Especially since he sometimes falls asleep without taking his off.

"Maybe a little. But in a good way."

"A good way?"

He's never heard it called that, before.

"How?"

"I dunno. You're fun. You don't care what people think. You try on stupid sweaters and hit passers-by with boxes and buy random kittens." Matt probably wouldn't say all this if he was fully awake, but right now it seems like a good idea.

He likes L a lot, he realises.

Owl for L!

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