Ivan shook the man's hand. "So these were professional quidditch brooms then?" Ivan asked, referring to the stolen brooms. He whistled low. He'd hate to the person responsible for guarding those brooms - supposing, of course, someone had been responsible. What a muck of things a few muggle children could make.
__________________ Ivan Callistus: Optimistic Oblivious Obliviator If only all mistakes could be obliviated... |