Gwenog Jones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} haveyoumet_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Gwenog nodded with a hum. For those who had experienced the war she doubted there would ever be a way to move on completely, not with the memories still present, but moving forward at least wouldn't hurt too much. At least not for her.
"Yeah, not much use for multi-seats in my life," she agreed, taking the proffered broom. She examined it closely as he provided a description, admiring the lines and running her fingers carefully along the twigs. The speed description made her grin. "It's more designed for speed than manoeuvrability, yes?" she asked. She was partial to both options, but the movement was far more important for Quidditch, or at least it needed to be more balanced against the speed. And of course less cushioning charms would be hell in a long match but for races it was less important because they tended to be far shorter.
She hefted the broom lightly noticing the balance and the differences from her own preferred broom. "I probably have time for a short test flight, or at least a fast one," she said, grinning. The coaches tended to be less enthusiastic about the players doing things at breakneck speeds, especially with important matches coming up, but Gwenog was an old hand, she knew how far she could push it.