Suddenly, Feral!

Bella waves. "Did you talk to Sherlock?"

"Yeah," says Feral. "He wasn't interested." He shrugs. "Whatcha doing?"

"Trying to see if there's a way to keep the wind off me while we fly."

"Ooh. Got anything yet?"

"I might be able to get the Wind-Manipulation Charm to do it if I practiced a lot, but it's not really what it was designed for and it might make it hard for you to steer, plus I'd have to be controlling it continuously."

"Huh," says Feral. "A shield or whatever won't do it? Guess not."

"Defensive shields? They're hard to move along with you and they're also not really for wind, they're for blocking spells and projectiles."

"Hence the 'or whatever'," says Feral.

"I haven't thought of a good whatever, yet. You can help look if you want."

"Sure!" says Feral.

She hands him a book she was about to go through the index of and continues scanning the shelves herself.

Feral dives in.

Eventually Bella finds a spell that is cast on the actual windshields of wizarding vehicles. "This one needs a physical object to be cast on," she says, showing him the page, "but I think it can extend past the dimensions of the object - there would just have to be something on you and in front of me that I could cast it on. You could wear a little hat."

"I will totally wear a little hat," snorts Feral.

"It'll have to stay on you by itself, since it'll be the windshield, not protected by it. But it can have a string on it or something."

"Sure," says Feral. "A party hat."

"Thestral in a party hat hunting Dementors," giggles Bella.

Feral cracks up and hugs her.

Hugs!

"We're awesome," giggles Feral.

"Yes," Bella agrees. "We are."

He beams and hugs her some more.