Richard Harrington Summerby (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_richard) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Seems to be," Rich nodded. "Good to see everybody out and about, moving on, all that." Not that he'd completely moved on himself. He had visited Anna's grave at sunrise that day. It had been a peaceful time and place alone with his memories and thoughts of what could have been had she not been killed during the Battle of Hogwarts. And yet, maybe he was moving on a little.
He noticed her looking over the Two-Seat. "We'll probably sell a bunch of these and the Family Broom from this," he nodded to the booth. "But I might have something more to your liking. At any rate, they seem to be popular with the better riders." He reached across the table and took a sleek single-seater off the rack and offered it to Gwenog.
"The latest version of the C-Class Factory Racer, built just last week. Goblin forged irons, a mix of German, Italian, and English twigs. Half the cushioning charm, twice the braking and sticking charms of a Quidditch legal broom. Almost a hundred more miles an hour to the top end, too. Take it for a spin if you'd like."