Medieval broomsticks? The only think that had gone medieval must have been Vindictus' brain if he seriously thought Elijah was going to submit his poor, perfect buttocks to that kind of punishment! Surely there were health and safety regulations against this kind of thing? These brooms had to be dangerous right? They were medieval for a reason.

Elijah attempted to pick the least medieval looking one and turned it in his hands. No. This simply would not do. An attractive person such as himself could not be seen to ride something so unsightly! Not that it would take away from Elijah's OWN looks, because that was practically impossible, but it certainly wasn't going to accentuate them either.

He groaned at the sheer suggestion of attaching cushions to these bloody things. Elijah could only IMAGINE how uncomfortable it would be for boys to ride these things and he was certain girls were likely to feel similar discomforts the way the brooms jutted out in all different, peculiar ways.

It was official. These brooms were more useless than a stick. Elijah would be surprised if he could even make the damn thing airborne.

Grabbing a cushion and shoving it on what appeared to be the most comfortable looking piece of his broom, he cast a simple sticking charm to keep it in place. No rope for him, thank you. The broom looked bad enough, no need to give it an even worse look. He was still in two minds as to whether he would even mount the thing.

"Do you think Vindictus has officially lost it?" he whispered to a few of his fellow students around him, out of earshot of the old, deranged Professor.