Rich shrugged a little. "I donate a fair bit of change to the Fawley Foundation. They won't object to me cutting out the middle man occasionally. Kid needs a scholarship for school, supplies, whatever, have him write me care of my work address or come by the office and talk to me. I'll work something out. Flying lessons are always free. I imagine I can lay my hands on a pitch-legal Quidditch broom or two."
He nodded. "I'm in and out of the muggle and wizarding worlds both, all the time. Sometimes go days without pulling out a wand. Still..." He shrugged again. "If you need a better grade of loaner, I can probably help you out there, too, if you're not real fussy about who the last owner might have been. Souvenirs from the war, I suppose you could say."