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The first time Cyanne got into a car with Albus, she was absolutely terrified. All the other British wizards she had been driven by really didn't give their kind a good wrap when it came to operating automobiles. She was, therefore, extremely surprised when she realized how talented he was. She didn't know one could even have a talent for driving a car.
I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
About a year after that first ride, driving with Al was one of her favorite pastimes. She love the exact combination of exhilaration from the speed at which he took turns and the comfort from her complete trust in him not to crash. Cyanne told everyone else she preferred to travel by car because it was so much more comfortable than broom, much warmer. She maintained that no matter how much she flew in England, she would never get used to the cool, moist atmosphere. The real reason was Al's flawless shifting. She loved the natural way the muscles in his arm tensed when he changed gears, the way his torso slid and twisted as he leaned with his BMW as he made sharp turns. The conversation wasn't bad either; she wasn't so shallow as to enjoy someone's company purely because of their looks. Cyanne found it relaxing and comfortable to be shut off from the world, in a little metal case with her friend.
That being said, as Albus excitedly relayed to her the wonders of the Malfoy Manor Quidditch Pitch with its perfect weather charms, all Cyanne could do was watch him. His love of the conversation topic shone through in his eyes, bringing out the subtle grays, blues, and even some brown in the sea of green.