He had a borrowed broom from George and Angie's collection, but that didn't matter as soon as he was in the air. Broom design had come a long way in the last twenty-six years and he was intending on enjoying every single last benefit to it.
It felt like he barely had to think and the broom was already going there. Bloody fucking brilliant. It was also nice to fly with his old team, emphasis on old. Snoring to himself, he gripped his beater bat tighter and sent the iron ball rocketing towards the pretty redhead - and the only girl - on the opposing team. Take out the seeker and everything else would follow.