Oliver smiled a little as she looked at him, "are you sure you want to do that?" He asked quietly, "once you throw something away... I mean, sometimes it comes back but often it doesn't." He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. He was sweaty and gaspy from the run but he wasn't going anywhere now.
He was speaking from experience. He'd given up on his broom for awhile (giving one away, breaking the other) and actually it had been a good thing. It taught him to live Quidditch free, but it could have easily been a bad thing too. Mind you Angelina had given him a new broom for Christmas but really it wasn't the same and never would be.