Metamorphoses

His eyes widened as the broom soared to them, and he looked at it in fear. "You sure this is safe...?"

"Of course," she said as she grabbed his arm. "One, two, three!"
She jumped, holding him, and landed on her broom. Then, she helped Estoban get behind her. "Hold me, it's gonna get fast!" she said over the wind, and shot through the air.

Estoban would have been enjoying holding onto her better if they weren't in such a dangerous situation, but he did hold onto her, his arms wrapped around her stomach as they raced off. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he didn't want to open them until they were safe.

Despite the wind raining into her face, Morgana didn't close her eyes. She squinted hard, her eyelids almost touching each other as she raced through the sky and the various combination of wind blows.
Her fingers firmly clamped around the wooden stick of her broom, she inclined her body to the right, performing a rough turn to evade the castle's roof; however, her left shoe bumped into a hard tile and her toes hurt for a while, even though she didn't let out a word.

Finally, she came to a halt in front of the gardens. Looking over her shoulder, she stole a glance at Estoban.
"We arrived. You alright?" she asked.

Estoban had wanted to scream, had wanted to open his eyes and beg for her to let him down as they raced through the air, only her magical broom keeping them aloft. His arms were wrapped tight around her stomach, his eyes clenched shut until he felt his feet on the ground, his eyes snapping open to make sure he was in one piece. Sure enough, he was fine and he looked at morgana.

"I....I'm ok, thanks" he stuttered, looking at her, the traces of fear on his face disappearing.