With a school broomstick in his right hand because his parents had given his own to his nephew, with his permission of course, Mason had been walking from the storage shed to the quidditch pitch for some flying.

It had been some time since he had last been on a broom and that with all the studying he had been doing lately he figured he could have some me time. Getting tired of the Hotspring and....it was hard to admit this ...even the library, the Ravenclaw climbed on the broom and kicked off.

It wasn't the fastest broom, nor did it exactly do what he wanted, for instance, when he tried to turn a sharp right it looked more like U turn instead of a V turn. But it was better than nothing. He flew towards the hoops on one side of the field and then turned and went to the other side of the field.