"You never specified!" he called back while heading towards the equipment shed. Harry pulled up as he was getting there and swung to sit sideways on his broom. "We can. Or we can fly. Not really worth it at this point in my opinion. However if you feel strongly the quaffle is just a spell away." He nodded to the shed. Racing with the wind through his hair seemed to make everything better. It was as if in that moment he felt invincible, that everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.