"How are you supposed to play Quidditch if you can't fly?"
Igor gripped the handle of the school broom tightly, trying to ignore both the alarming hum that consumed it and his brother's scornful gaze boring into him.
"Are you sure this is safe?"
"Of course it's safe. Just get on and kick off, you big baby."
"I'm not a baby!"
"Prove it."
The broom thrummed almost audibly. Igor conquered his anxiety long enough to mount, but stayed firmly rooted to the earth.
Yuri scowled.
"What are you waiting for?"
The broom soared up...
...and up...
...and then down.
Hard.