There was Wensleydale. There was innuendo. Adam had even told him he did his best not to handle his broomstick at all if he could help it.

Fuckin' hell. They really weren't kids anymore, were they? But they sure didn't feel like grownups either.

Brian looked at the broomstick. Well, if footstools could move of their own, why not... "How about it then?" he said to the broom, feeling only a little silly (it was hard to feel too silly with Luna around).

It twitched a little. Too polite, Brian supposed.

"Get up, lazy!" he said. The broomstick rose, just a little.