They started arguing about brooms after that and she had to keep from rolling her eyes. They each had opinions about what made for the best trade off between speed and maneuverability, and if this one was too slow, that one became unstable at high altitudes, and by the time they'd reached the front door she was grateful they weren't really friends because if she had to listen to this Quidditch nonsense all the time in her own flat, she'd have to get high on Draco just to stand it.