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"Me either, but I've heard all about it." His pop liked to discuss things in the prophet with him all the time, even though he didn't actually read the prophet since reading really wasn't a skill of his, but he liked spending time with his old man.
He was one of those quidditch enthusiasts, Paris could tell. Who else would talk about flying like that? "Yeah, I hope to get a broom of my own soon so I can fly when I want." And when he was allowed, depending on who was sitting him. "Hey, Toby!" He shook the other boy's hand, glad to have met someone new already. Did he go to Hogwarts? That would be SO cool if he did, because first friend, right? Or second next to Donny.
"Yeah! Let's go." He didn't even WAIT for Toby, just bounced on his toes before running into the shop.
This kid was another bouncy one, at least a little bit. Toby's eyes shone with happiness for a moment before he realised they were moving on and followed Paris inside.
Stopping only very briefly by the broom section to grab any broomstick to try out (which turned out to be the Firebolt model, the very broom he already owned), Toby headed on over to the Broom Testing Room alongside his new flying comrade. The hope that this year they might be able to fly at Hogwarts was a little higher, seeing as he shared this particular interest with his new friend. Because they WERE friends. Absolutely. It was already decided. By Toby.
"Ooooh," said the Hufflepuff in question as soon as they reached the mercifully unoccupied room.
"This is pretty neat." Like outside but not. And reminiscent of a Quidditch pitch. Toby briefly wondered whether it would be practical to decorate his bedroom like this. So what if he was nearly sixteen, it would be COOL.
"You ready?"