"Wayne Hopkins, thanks," he replied, smiling and shaking the man's hand - Cormac MacLaggen, whose name sounded familiar.
"Um, what sorts of brooms would you recommend for a beginner? Say, maybe, eight years old? I know there are little kid kinds that limit altitude, but if I got him a normal broom his mum would fucking kill me, so."
Looking at the wall of brooms and the displays in the windows, Wayne realized exactly how out of his depth he was. He'd only ever used the school brooms.