Thomas shrugged though he held out hope that were words would ring true. He had to provide his own broom unless it broke in an accident out of his control. He’d just gotten a new broomstick and for him to so stupidly lose it, Thomas was certain Thom Pettigrew wouldn’t be very forthcoming to purchasing him a new one. Not that his sponsor often bought their equipment. Short of providing the uniforms, the broomstick and protective gear was typically down to the players. At least in Thomas’ experience it was. He usually didn’t mind. It gave him a good choice as to what he could get and allowed him to focus on purchasing the things that suited his playstyle best – this was true in broomsticks. They had their own personalities. Not every broom suited every wizard.

Whether or not that was true remained to be seen though Thomas was certain the broomstick and wizard had a particular connection.

“I hope so too. I’ll be speaking with Mr Pettigrew soon enough about it; though I’ll likely have to spend some of my savings getting a new one,” Thomas said dismissively. In truth, the chaser really hadn’t been thinking much of Quidditch in the last few days. Or much of anything, really. He was far to preoccupied.

“Paintin’ sounds exciting, though. You enjoy that so I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. At least the injuries weren’t more serious,” Thomas smiled once again.

This was quite nice, really. It was a welcome distraction, “I’d be loathe to see you in a more… serious accident, y’know? Not that a troll attack isn’t serious… I mean… You could’ve lost somethin’. Like an arm or a leg or somethin’.”

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