"Yeah, it's a seat. This is a Quidditch broom, though, rather than a simple transportation broom." He motioned to where the seat was, and where the footholds were on his broom. It was a lot nicer than the brooms he'd flown in the mid-seventies. Broom manufacture had come a long way since his day.
"There's a game we play." James wondered how that sounded. Childish? He cleared his throat and added, "it's a sport, actually. Called Quidditch. Seven players on each team. That's one of the reasons I'm out here--I want to try and make a Quidditch Pitch."