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“Are you boys plotting another purchase?” A quiet voice asked.
The owner began digging through a large chest marked “Unusual Brooms” and continued the conversation. “You realize there isn’t a perfect broom, right? A perfect broom for a Chaser is the perfect broom for any position on the pitch. To my knowledge, perfection hasn’t been invented yet.”
Perfect and Impossible
“All right, I’m in,” Ivan said. “I’ll admit I am attracted to the impossible. But you know, we’re both complete idiots for thinking we can do it.”
Nimbus the Second
Deucalion laughed. “If the younger students want to treat me as king, so be it. I’m certainly not going to stop that behavior . . . mostly because I enjoy it."
“Just remember to tell our other Beater that blood matters,” Selwyn told Deucalion after a long pause. “In a few years, Mudbloods won’t be able to take a step out of their homes for fear of retribution. I promise that.”
“Duke!” Cooper called excitedly as he patted the chair in front of him. “Come sit in front of me, so Binns won’t catch me sleeping.”
“You know what else this means?” Ivan said as he took his book back and answered his own question. “This means we should be able to build our broom without breaking rules. Well . . . Quidditch rules at least."
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