Caspians broom was his pride and joy. He had been flying on the regular since he was eight though had begun even before that, always looking to improve his flying skill. His broom was only a couple of years old though so far from outdated. He trusted it and worked well with it so he saw no need to replace it with anything new just yet.

Coach Crouch knew what he was about, Caspian decided, as the coach spoke of how one was to work with their broom. That had long been his own mindset. He put his hand up over his broom and issued the up command. His broom dutifully flew up into his palm. He climbed onto it with practiced ease and hovered, waiting for the coachs next round of instruction.