George stood as she floated near to him and smiled at her. "Looking good, Ally, you haven't lost a bit of your skill on a broom have you?" he put his hands in his pockets as she spoke. "I didn't bring it, actually, was just passing by for the most part, but I can borrow one, I'd love to get back out there, haven't played seriously in a long time." She seemed in much better spirits than the previous evening, so he felt better about her and less worried as he headed to grab one of the extra brooms kept at the pitch. He picked out the least rundown looking one and thought he needed to pull his nicer one out next time.
After choosing the broom, he mounted and zoomed out towards where she was waiting for him. "I hope you're ready for this, Spinnet. I'm a force to be recconned with on a broom!" He sped towards her, forcing her to dodge him and made a grab for the quaffle, but he hadn't been a chaser when they'd played, he wasn't anywhere near as skilled as she on that particular front.