I grab my broom and I'm ready for the weekend

It was a sunny day, almost the end of term. There was only one thing to do. Selwyn ripped the crust off his toast and aimed it at Scorpius' head.

"Pitch is free," was all the explanation he deigned to give.

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Twenty minutes later, Selwyn was lowering the quiddich chest onto the plush quidditch grass. It seemed like the grass of the pitch was somehow softer than the grass elsewhere in the school and the idea that it might be magically bred to prevent injury during a game crossed his mind, but Selwyn wasn't so enamoured with Herbology that he could be bothered finding out for sure.

He opened the kit and tossed the quaffle into the air, testing the anti-gravity charms were still working. It floated gently back to earth and Selwyn was satisfied. He closed the chest, sat on it and placed his broom across his knees, idly snapping off some twigs that had come loose from the brush binding while he waited for Scorpius.

It was probably time to get a new broom, too.

Scorpius was sitting at the Slytherin table next to his twin, eating breakfast when suddenly a piece of bread hit him on the forehead. He looked up to see who threw it and saw Selwyn.
"Pitch is free"
Scorpius nodded in reply, Quidditch season was over and Summer was soon beginning, but it was a fine day and possibly the last day they could go to the quidditch pitch until next year. Hurriedly, he finished his breakfast and got up from the table. Soon, he was walking towards the ground, a Firebolt over his shoulder. As a Malfoy, he was able to get the best of everything, which meant an unfair advantage in quidditch. But even with an ordinary broom Scorpius was a great Quidditch player, far better than his father.
The pitch was empty except for one person. Selwyn was two years younger than him, yet they had become good friends during the constant Quidditch practices. "Hey Selwyn," he greeted, watching him throw the Quaffle up and down.

Selwyn eyed Scorpius' broom and not for the first time, either. It was so unfair, the way the Malfoys got everything they wanted. The Thorfins weren't exactly skint, yet Selwyn's parents never let him have top-of-the-line equipment. His broom was always the unbranded equivalent of the top seller, or a second hand one, if he was really lucky.

"Yo," he greeted Pi with a fistbump, or at least, the opportunity for one. He was unsure how aware Scorpius was of muggle culture.

"I was thinking chaser drills, you?"