When Oliver lowered him the ground, Sam stood up and clapped. Truly it was impressive. There were all sorts of stories about witches on brooms but he had never actually seen it. It wasn't like he had expected. The broom was fancier, wasn't just like a kitchen broom. "That was better then I thought. Your broom is something other then what I have in my kitchen. How do you keep from getting hurt though? Doesn't that hurt your ass?"