Oliver grinned at him, shaking his head. "Magic, Sam. The difference is magic. It has all sorts of charms on it," he said, honestly after teasing him for a moment. "And it's cooler looking. It's definitely cooler looking than the broom in your kitchen."
"Actually, you have to fly with me. You can't actually fly by yourself," he said with a shrug. "You don't know how to begin with and I'm not even sure it'd actually fly with just you. I've never tried with a muggle." He had never tried to show any muggle magic or to be part of this world with him. He'd never expected it, never asked. Until Sam. Because he wanted more from Sam, something that lasts and something longer. He wasn't sure he should, but he couldn't help it. "It's like riding behind someone on a bike or horse or something, I guess." He shrugged, trying to act confident.