Gripping brooms one-handed, the hand sliding over polished wood again and again, created a particular set of calluses. He had a special fondness for keepers, with the line of rough, hardened flesh across the top of the palm, another up the length of the thumb, and with some particularly passionate sorts, a little raised spot on the pad of each finger.
If you’ve never been touched by a Quidditch player, you don’t know what you’re missing.
This was fuckin HOTTT! SCORCHING! Charlie is rapidly becoming one of my favourites. VERY V-E-R-Y WELL DONE AND K-I-N-K-Y can't wait to see the other 8 uses *winks*