Cormac McLaggen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} macmclaggen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"I think I might have just what you need," he thought to himself for a moment, his bottom lip sucked in just a bit between his teeth. It was older batch, the company that had made them had said there wasn't enough of a market between 9 years old and 'real' brooms to justify the line, but Cormac had been crazy about this particular type when he was kid. His Aunt Deirdre (his Dad Gill's older sister - much older, like Uncle Tiberius) had gotten the family together for his 20th birthday and found as many of the old ones as they could. He had a collection of 13 in his flat and had, since opening the shop, put together a nice little collection of 8 to sell to the right clients as well. These ones were unused, with annual maintenance guarantees that Cormac performed himself. They were exquisite.
He looked at Wayne - seemed to be a good man, obviously wanted to do something special for his son - and decided. Nodding, he said, "Yeah, right this way, hope you don't mind heading to the basement?" He started to lead the way thinking of the display case and charms he had in the basement just for these 8 brooms. They were larger than a 'toy' broom but smaller than the usual Firstie broom, lighter to carry but a little slower to the touch to make for smooth and slightly sluggish handling (so as not to be a safety hazard to the children, well, too much of one, anyway). They were made of real broom materials with the exception of the outer polish and the building process was different to 'real' brooms as well. But they looked and felt like any adult broom and Cormac was beaming when he reached the case.