Belle sighed. "Way to make me jealous," she complained, nudging him. "You should see some of the brilliant brooms we have where I come from. You wouldn't believe the speed they go, and they handle way better than anything we have here." She peered at his broom, the make was totally unfamiliar to her, though she supposed in her time it probably would have been in a museum. "What's it called? Is it one of the early Cleansweeps?"