Oliver grinned and shrugged. No, he hadn't. He wasn't the snooping type and it was just pathetic if he was looking into Sam's broom cupboard. "Okay, you win. I haven't. But I'm sure this broom is cooler looking. It's cooler looking than the broom I have at home myself," he insisted with a grin.
He moved and started to mount himself. It was levitating, which he hoped didn't throw Sam. "Yeah," he said, "just get on behind me now. It's not... It's fine, really. Like I said, it's like if you'd ride a horse with someone."