Ah, broom acrobatics, atta girl, Claude. Jupiter beams through the chaos, bright and thrilled by the daring flight. This is some wild ass flying for sure, and she keeps one arm around Trudy to make sure the other girl doesn't fling away amidst the chaos.

"WOO!" Jupiter cheers when they come to a stop, ruffling little Claudia's hair like they've just won a quidditch match. "That's my girl!"

And then she remembers, oh yeah, Trudes isn't really used to this sort of flying. "Hey, Gertjert, what's your hork-o-meter at? Gonna blow chunks?" A pause, she points at the portal back to Peckenpaugh. "You should do it through the hoop if so."