"Hm?" Sam turned halfway in Becky's direction, his eyes still fixed on the broom. He was looking at the broom but really looking past the broom. Through it, beyond it to a time and place where he was still an up and coming Quidditch pro who wasn't bizarrely agoraphobic. "That's... oh, good."

He tore himself away, stepping back to Becky's side and dropping an arm around her so he could study the cover over her shoulder. "What do they say the Wanderers odds are for the season? Maybe we can get out to a game later on." They would not be getting out to a game later on.