The night sky glittered as a young muggle man wandered idly through the field. It was a beautiful night in a beautiful place; he had been wise to choose this idyllic area as a holiday spot, he reflected.
He stared at the grass swaying in the breeze for a while before he looked up and caught sight of what appeared to be the ruins of an old castle. He took a few steps closer to it and then suddenly got an odd sense that it looked far too dangerous to go any nearer. He was about to turn around when he saw a flash of movement. A man had just fallen out of a hole in the side of the ruins! He stood there, frozen in surprise, and found that he somehow could not move. He knew with a dreadful certainty that he was about to witness a death, but he stood, paralyzed, stuck to the spot. He watched with a horrified fear as the man got closer and closer to the ground, and he braced himself for what he knew was coming.
Suddenly, as if by magic, the falling man started hovering in midair! The muggle watched in shock as he swooped through the air, moving higher and higher.
When he was level with the hole- which now appeared to the astonished muggle to be a window, set in the tower of a castle that suddenly looked much safer and not nearly as dilapidated- the man called out, "See? It's easy! Just try it!"
A figure inside the tower crouched on the windowsill nervously. The muggle could make out no details of its appearance save for the long sheet of pale blonde hair framing its face, so he assumed it was a woman.
The woman said something, but the muggle could not hear what.
"Remember, just throw yourself at the ground and miss!" called the man.
The muggle watched in stupefied astonishment as the woman jumped. She fell. She continued falling. She fell some more.
The muggle watched silently and willed the woman to fly. It did not appear to work. The woman was getting awfully close to the ground...
Finally, when it appeared all hope was gone, the woman stopped falling. She hovered in the air for a moment and then rose hesitantly to meet the man. The muggle watched them fly away together bemusedly. When he could o longer see them, he flopped down in the grass, suddenly tired. He lay down, stared at the stars, and pondered what he'd seen. Just throw yourself at the ground and miss, the man had said. A young Douglas Adams turned this over in his head several times, wondering what it could possibly mean.
If you caught the minor inconsistency between this and the previous chapter, kudos to you. If you didn't, I'm not going to point it out.
EDIT-Some reviewers thought that the castle mentioned was Hogwarts. I apologize for the confusion. It's just some random castle in Britain. Maybe Malfoy Manor? I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote northern Scotland; I've fixed that.