"I felt like our flying was... was Gobstones!" George tried to describe the sensation. "Anyway, he was like a clear target. I could just sense where he was..."
"That makes it so much easier! All I need to think is, 'I want to be farther away from him,' or, 'I want to appear somewhere he wouldn't expect'!"
"Exactly!" Fred snapped his fingers excitedly. "He and I are like two magnets! There must be some kind of special magic between us!"
"This magic should work like this..." He gestured with both hands, as though they were drawing together and pushing apart. "It can pull us toward each other, but it can also push us away!"
Fred and George said in unison, "Flying is us playing around in that magic, like surfing!"
To prove it, the two of them began demonstrating.
They drifted and swung nonstop around the compartment, even switching places at high speed, as though connected by an invisible rubber band, tracing dazzling paths through the air.
"So, Wizet..." Fred landed steadily on the floor and winked at Wizet. "We think your Magical Theory might need one more addition!"
"Something like finding an 'anchor'..." George hung upside down in midair, his voice sounding somewhat deeper because of his position. "Sometimes, it isn't about finding what you 'resonate' with..."
"It's about first accepting one thing..." Fred floated forward a step and reached out a hand to the upside-down George. "Sometimes, your life... just has to revolve around some idiot!"
"That's right! You have to revolve around some idiot!" George and Fred slapped hands loudly, and both burst out laughing.
"I'll add that in." Wizet nodded, already taking out a notebook and beginning to write.
George's laughter did not last long. Covering his mouth, he hurried back down to the floor and