"I feel like our flying should be... should be Gobstones!" George tried to describe the feeling. "Anyway, he's like a clear target. I can just sense where he is..."
"That makes it way too simple! What I want is either 'I want to get farther away from him,' or 'I want to show up somewhere he'd never expect'!"
"Exactly!" Fred snapped his fingers excitedly. "He and I are like two magnets! There's definitely some special magic between us!"
"This magic should be like this..." He made a gesture with both hands, attracting and repelling each other. "It can pull us together, and it can push us apart!"
Fred and George said in unison, "Flying is us playing inside that magic, like surfing!"
To prove it, the two of them even demonstrated.
They drifted back and forth through the compartment, and could even swap places at high speed, as if linked by an invisible rubber band, tracing dazzling paths through the air.
"So, Vizet..." Fred landed steadily back on the floor and winked at Vizet. "We feel like your Magical Theory might have room for one more addition!"
"Something like finding an 'Anchor Point'..." George hung upside down in the air, his voice sounding a little deeper because of his posture. "Sometimes it isn't about looking for what you 'resonate' with..."
"It's about admitting one thing first..." Fred floated one step forward and reached out to the upside-down George. "Sometimes your life... just has to revolve around some idiot!"
"Yes! It has to revolve around some idiot!" George and Fred clapped hands loudly, and both burst into laughter at the same time.
"I'll add it in," Vizet nodded, already taking out his notebook and starting to record it.
George's laughter did not last long. He covered his mouth and hurried back