Perhaps it was equal parts vanity and age that brought about that assumption, regardless it was one he could not take back. Not that he would. He hardly felt it was a foolish one.

Draco sighed, but kept his eyes on the bird, letting his awareness expand within his peripheral, much like if he was hot on the trail of a Snitch. Though if this bird was one it would be a dull game quickly over. Hardly a challenge. He flew on for a time in silence until, finally, a bit of red caught his eyes beyond the bird. Red foliage.

"You will have to explain to me how you did what you did witht hat bird," Draco muttered as he slowed the broom slightly as they got closer, sitting up straighter.