it was completely dark out on this particularly starry, cloud-ridden night.

the wind was sharp and nearly as loud as the sound of the engine of the motorcycle as it flew through the air. Sirius's hands, white knuckled, gripped the handlebars.

thankfully, no Muggles were alerted or awoken as the bike revved on miles above their heads.

Sirius was yet to regret charming his motorbike to fly.