“ i’ve had enough of the nimbus vega 1988. “  esther sighed, waving her wand to mend yet another wix’s broken wrist. the poor wix had tried to mend it himself and it was bent at a crude angle.  “ that’s the fourth injury this month. the fourth.  quidditch enthusiasts are so RECKLESS. “  at the wix’s frown, esther simply pursed her lips and gestured to their wrist.  “ ye don’t got a lag to stand on. “  she turned to daphne,  who was passing by.  “ oi, what say ye ?  ye noticing a sudden influx of broom related injuries or is it just me ? “