It was an hour later and Kyle might've lost sight of Dan. Until well, he located him in the kitchen with a broom between his legs while running around.
"What are you doing, Dan?" Kyle was afraid to ask. What could he be doing now? Dan stopped and turned around, with the most serious expression expression he had ever seen. "I'm practising Quidditch but my broomstick isn't working" Dan pouted when Kyle laughed. "Kyle, I have a Quidditch match tomorrow. I need a new broomstick. Why are you laughing? This is serious" Kyle stopped laughing. "Yes, Daniel. Very serious. But you know what I'll get you if you go to bed right now?" Dan looked at him. "What?"
"A new broomstick. The one you've always wanted." Dan squealed and dropped the current one, running to their bedroom like an excited child. Kyle chuckled and followed him. He'll probably just get him a broom.
