aburningspirit: (do the impossible)
[if anyone was paying attention this morning, they might remember a cluster of about five or six owls struggling with a single package and dropping it on the Gryffindor table.  (the owls were compensated with lots of bacon, pettings, and apologies.)  what was the mysterious ticking noise package?

a Nimbus 2010 that kamina has been saving up for about four years.  forget the school-preferred Comets or Cleansweeps.  this is a
real racing broom.  he will love it like his own first-born child.  and there's no time like the present, a pleasant mid-afternoon, to push this baby to the limit.  he tests the winds with a finger, checks the position of the sun, and grins.

today is the day.
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((OOC: At the end of this post, Kamina will manage to break bones.  8D;  Anyone who wants to come with him to the hospital wing is welcome to!))