It had been easy convincing her Head of House to permit her to bring her own broom for this year abroad. She was sure that the school brooms at Hogwarts were...fine and perhaps even satisfactory, but there would be none that could compare to her Star Spangle 3001: red, white, and broomstick. She would have preferred a Canadian model as all the American patriotism was lost on her, but she would be a fool to deny that it was the best broom on the market at the time. One of the few things she allowed herself to splurge on.

Tightening her messy bun and brushing a few white wisps of hair away from her face, the Wampus quickly mounted her broom for a few laps around the field. Just because Quodpot was not to be played officially this year did not mean she could permit herself to become complacent.