Marc shot her a quick grin. Weren't many who got that: the thrill of getting out there and just getting into it physically.
He reached out to the brooms, unable to resist picking one up to feel the balance of it. He snorted softly. "Doesn't matter if Isaac knows about them. If I'd wanted it to be a surprise, would've warded when I wrote to you. Needed matched brooms because when we play it's been off-balance, using the old ones I've got around. One's fast, one's got maneuverability. Needed them to match up. And hold up." His hand stroked down the handle, nothing lewd about it, just getting a taste for the wood and the way it would feel beneath his hand. "Fast's good. Might need to remember a cushioning charm. Half the time one of us falls." Usually Marcus, but fuck if he was going to admit that here.
"Looks fucking brilliant. Can't wait to get in the air," he admitted.