"What if I say please?" She shook her head at his question, amazed at how he could be so uninformed about brooms. They were her livelihood, a constant and unwavering sense of joy and he acted like it was a bloody snake. "Don't run into a tree and you should be fine."
Alicia didn't make a show of watching him get on the broom but she certainly looked. You could tell a lot about how a person would fly by how they got on the broom. He might blame being brought up by a muggle for not being able to fly but she was proof that that line of reasoning was garbage. He was more unsteady than she thought and she couldn't help but scowl slightly. They were going to have to work on this. She'd take it easy on him today but he was going to learn.
"There you go! Not so bad, is it?" If she shot a glance at his crotch it was just to make sure he wasn't going to go sliding off. "Don't have makes, just adapt for the wood itself." That was the problem with company made brooms. They tried to force a specific design on a piece of wood instead of gauging it for its potential and specific quirks. That's why her brooms were better. Every damn one of them. "It's a good broom, you'll be fine."