Harry still had a bit of a buzz going, whether from the brownies or the alcohol he wasn't sure. But the cold air felt amazing on his flushed face and, looking up at Effy, he decided she had the right idea. He got up from the car he was seated on and started climbing his way closer. The train wasn't exactly moving at a dangerous speed, and even if his coordination was a bit off, it was still a fair shade better than a lot of people's. He wasn't Gryffindor's youngest seeker in a century for nothing, even if he wasn't on a broom just then.

He landed just behind Effy, grinning at his own attempts, and stood up straight with his arms flung wide. His desperately-in-need-of-a-cut hair flew back from his face and the wind made a faint whistling sound in his ears. Harry shut his eyes. "It's like flying," he said.

It wasn't at all, but he still felt like he was half-floating and could pretend for just a little while.