"There you go," Oliver said and raised his glass in a toast. "Let's just be glad you're not flying with the Cannons." Now that was a tragic team, in Oliver's opinion. Personally he could hardly think of a team he liked more and Merlin did they know how to party, but unfortunately the Cannons seemed to ride on a perpetual stream of bad luck. He had to admire their fighting spirit, though.
Oliver handed over the magazine and grinned. He had high-lighted the particularly ridiculous passages about Julie and Merlin knew, there were a lot of those. But anything good in there? Oliver thought hard.
"There's an advertisement about some broomstick repair kit that looks promising. More for tinkering that repairing, really." Which reminded him. The last broom he had "repaired" had blown up. He might want to invest in a real repairing kit.