"That'll do," Flint said, which was surprisingly approving as far as most of his compliments about Quidditch-related things went. "I'll make sure you get yours. Riding on someone else's feels like you're cheating on your own broom doesn't it?" Now he was getting sentimental. At least in his own way.
He blinked in surprise as she shot straight up, but a heartbeat later he was right after her on his own broom. The Firebolt, something he'd bought and paid for last year with money he had earned himself instead of from the family vault, easily outstripped the Nibus 2001 as he corkscrewed tightly around Cho.
Flint grinned sharkishly. Just because the Falcons were somewhat brutish in their plays it didn't mean they didn't have finesse, too.