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She nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I've been lucky all around really," she said. And she wasn't lying either. At her age most professional players were either retired or seriously considering it due to persistent injuries. Wizarding ageing and magical healing could help a lot to prolong a career, but not beyond reason.
"It was great, although I imagine you can tell it doesn't handle like my usual choice," she said. She knew there was a difference between broom types and she herself owned a couple of different models which she interchanged depending on the needs for an individual match. That said she wasn't about to say no to another just because it wasn't match-legal. She had enjoyed flying around at high speeds, whether or not she had any thoughts of trying out racing. "Thanks, I'll make sure to do that," she said, accepting the certificate with a polite nod and tucking it away in a pocket of her robes designed for scrolls. "Although having felt what this can do I don't understand why anyone would think it was still a stodgy company. I mean, sure, the multi-seaters are a bit of an eye-puller but this...," she said, shaking her head as she swung the broom up onto her shoulder. "Idiots."