His grin broadened as he noticed he could no longer see Tommy in his periphery, he pushed a head, urging his broom faster. He was rounding the second corner when he saw Tommy fly head first toward the ground. Rufus changed directions and flew toward his friend having a view of Tommy’s possessed broom aim right for the man and knock him square in the chest. Ouch!

“Well that's one way to do it.” Rufus commented dryly as he landed softly beside his friend, trying to calmly access whatever the bloody hell had just happened. There was no reason to let his real concern show at the moment and panic his friend.

“I'm fairly certain your broom is out to get you.” Rufus added as he squatted down, “You alright man?” Better to get Tommy on his feet before the rest of the team showed up for practice. “Do you need a healer?” Concern began to coat his tone.