Flying, well sort of flying, around he couldn't believe they had to ride these things. Why did the school even still have them? He was too used to flying his own NICE broom this summer. Hearing the lovely lovely tweet of Vindi's whistle he fought the broom down to the ground and sighed as his feet touched the ground. Maybe he should talk to him about getting some new ones or talk his dad into buying the school new ones...Merlin knew they could use them. Grabbing his broom he walked over toward the rack and placed it carefully back.

Hearing Fletcher speak to Vindictus he stifled a giggle though couldn't hide the amused look on his face. Well that had been...interesting...