"I suppose he’s got the form for it," Flint mused, grabbing one of Harry’s arms and lifting to inspect. Harry knew it wasn’t an insult. He was small and lithe. Malfoy was small boned as well –maybe even smaller boned, but he seemed to be hitting his growth spurt early, limbs a little long and gangly. He was strong too. Harry knew he’d yanked him up before he hit the ground. He’d just obviously rather die before admitting that. "They’ll need brooms." 