Domitian focused on weaving the newly sharp end of the feather into the fabric of his coat sleeve, tightly enough that it wouldn't be likely to flutter away at the first strong gust of wind. He was supposed to be airborne for part of the course, after all, so it would have to stand up to quite a beating. He was aware of his son watching him, but didn't look up until he had finished with the feather and replaced his wand in his sleeve.

"Well?" he asked, moving his hands to rest lightly on his hips, his coat pushed back behind them.