The other man seemed particularly guilty for a crime that was mostly imagined; Cash gave him a small smile, trying to be reassuring. "I think it's a practice broom," he said. He did not work here anymore, so he wasn't sure — but it had the look of a practice broom, and was more worn in some places than a well-maintained personal broom would be.

"So they wouldn't mind if you tried it. You don't fly much?"

He knew people who didn't fly much — Ford, for one — but Cash was always baffled when he first encountered them. Especially on a Quidditch pitch.