Rufus had just left the changing rooms for the quiet of the quidditch pitch before practice when he noticed his friend and teammate absolutely glaring at his broom. It almost reminded Rufus of when his brothers had been younger and stamping their feet as they got into a temper - usually when one brother wasn’t willing to share a broom with another. A problem in a family that certainly liked to keep their feet in the air more than on the ground.

“Can’t say I have.” Rufus replied with a shrug, he didn’t really care either so long as the broom did listen to him. He was sure Alvin would have a million and one answers for such a question though. “You sure you didn’t offend it or something?” He teased as he came up to Tommy. “Although you could always ask Alvin to take a look at it. The kid’s always open to looking at brooms.” Rufus wasn’t sure of Alvin’s sanity when it came to his younger brother’s choice to make brooms rather than ride them like the family did, but he did have to admit - it was certainly handy to have a broom maker in the family.

Following Tommy’s lead Rufus mounted his broom and kicked into the air, glad to be off the ground. Off season was so dull with fewer practices and reasons to fly. Luckily he could tell it was coming to an end soon, increasing practices and even a friendly pre season match coming up.

“Like hell you are!” Rufus shouted as he aimed his broom up into the air and began the race with no further warning.