“Maybe there’s scope in slimming down the shape, somehow? I dunno,” Theo suggested, more in general sympathy for the creative problem than because he knew much about the practical process of broommaking. He knew more about the finished product, after all – and he had enough experience of quidditch, he thought, to tell a good broom from a bad one.
“Two heads are better than one, I s’pose, so I’m sure you’ll get there,” he put in with a grin. “And if it’s – once it’s – properly flyable, I’d love to try it out.” Probably he should have his players test it, if anyone – but Theo couldn’t help himself. He didn’t fly enough, anymore, and didn’t have many good excuses for fun, either.
“Two heads are better than one, I s’pose, so I’m sure you’ll get there,” he put in with a grin. “And if it’s – once it’s – properly flyable, I’d love to try it out.” Probably he should have his players test it, if anyone – but Theo couldn’t help himself. He didn’t fly enough, anymore, and didn’t have many good excuses for fun, either.
