Pepper's broom bucked for a second after she mounted it (innuendo? what-...yeah, okay, so that was funny), but it seemed to sense her mood; one furious glare set it right. She caught her bat, suddenly impressed with how well Luna had managed to set this up when she seemed so flighty most of the time.

Fly out far. Which required moving in a specific direction. "Er, before you let the, the whatchamacallit out... how exactly do we direct these things?"