So today they were going to test out BROOMS! Understandably Vickers was excited for this. They were going to be putting never before seen brooms through their paces, and this former Ravenclaw was just itching to check all of them out.

Of course the one thing thats kept him to be the all-out fly boy were his balance issues. He could try to get his hearing fixed but then he has his reasons for keeping that deaf ear the way it was.

He apparated a few feet from the edge of the clearing and spotted his Department Head as soon as she called out “Good morning Ms Schultz.” he greeted back, mists forming in the air as he spoke. He rubbed his hands together as he neared the stack of brooms then checked the paperwork that needs to be done.

His hand hovered near the Firebolt 800. On his own, he would never be able to afford it—even with two paying jobs and tossing his University dreams out the window which he wont ever do. Of course he was a Vanderbilt whose legacy was synonymous with Transportation... how easy was it for him to just ask for a Firebolt or a Nimbus for his own? Overprotective grandmother aside of course.

Well whether he would actually use the family fortunes for something as transitory as a hot-rod broomstick depends on what he discovers about it today innit? So off he goes, Firebolt 800 in hand, paperwork tucked carefully into his coat.