Cass laughed out loud, only stifling his laughter because he knew what kind of gathering they were at. 'You so did not tell anyone that! But thanks for making me laugh all the same,' he said with a wink, then shook his head. 'And no, you're not allowed to throw me into any walls. Unless you want Percy yelling himself hoarse at you endangering my recovery,' he said smirking.
'As for out-flying me, you have the better broom. It's not fair conditions.' Also Harry was a - slightly - better flyer than he was. Not that he'd ever admit that. He did want a newer broom though. He loved his own, but well it was old.
A thought of the one he'd flown at the Battle of Upper Slaughter crossed his mind. Now there was a broom he wouldn't mind trying again. He wondered if perhaps he shouldn't contact Hooch, see what he would need to do to get his hand on one.