Tracey took the card back and fanned it in the air so the ink would dry. This really was like her birthday and Christmas morning all rolled into one. "Nah, I can't be greedy. I have this one, so I'm happy." She knew she wasn't the typical Slytherin witch, nor the typical Quidditch fan.
"So are you going to fly home with that one?" Tracey didn't know how far away he lived, but it wasn't in the city. Like she said though, the broom was fast. Without waiting for his answer, she started accioing balls off the shelves, the bludgers and quaffles he wanted. The gloves went into the box as well before she started putting it all into an expandable bag that still remained the size of a handkerchief.
The spare broom went into the bag and then she waited for confirmation of whether Marcus was going to fly home or just try it out when he got there. "Nice night for a flight. If you have the time."