Rufus commented at Thomas' little mishap and all the chaser could do in response was muster a groan. Whatever was going wrong with his broom was not normal - and likely it had just given up.

Brooms had a tendency of breaking after a while and, given how often Thomas used this broom, it was hardly surprising that this was happening. Unsurprising, though not remotely wanted; like when you're tired after a bad nights sleep and you need to go out. You don't want to be tired, but you're not surprised that you are.

"Seems so." Tommy said painfully as Rufus helped him to his feet, "I'll.. be fine." Another groan as Thomas stretched.

He kicked his broom and began walking in a circle; his right hand over his stomach.

"Nah, what goods an 'ealer gonna do? I've been in worse states. Just annoyed this bloody thing decided today was a good day as any to stop bein' a broom."

Groaning, Thomas spat onto the floor and pulled out his wand, pointing it at his stomach.

"You reckon episky will work to stop the pain?" Thomas asked his friend in a rather precarious position: he was slightly hunched over, looking up at his friend, with a wand practically poking him in the stomach. Thomas wasn't the best at charms, though he was fairly knowledgeable - healing magic was a little beyond his scope, however, so he waited for his friend to answer.