So I was watching the music vid for Jesus Built My Hotrod, and wondered if wizards had any equivalent of the dragster for the twenty-something male wizard overdosing on testosterone. Partway through imagining it, our own Calum Wallace came to mind. Hope you don't mind the mention!

Ron stared at Harry's broom. "Mate... please tell me that your Nimbus is in your trunk or something."

Harry kept looking at it with a goofy grin on his face. The Nimbus looked... well, slick was a good word, all clean lines, neatly trimmed twigs, polished so much so that you could eat your dinner off it. The broom he was currently holding was barely a broom - it was, in fact, a two by two length of Pinus Radiata that looked like it had been attacked with a chisel in a lumber yard, then sent directly to Harry.

"You don't understand, mate," Harry said. "There was this guy who came to visit during the holidays - he had this really rusty old Jaguar V12 that Uncle Vernon ranted about all day after he came."

Ron took a second glance. The crude carvings on it seemed to glow with power and spellwork. The twins came over, and gasped simultaneously.

"Harry!"

"Mate!"

"You HAVE to tell us how you got Wallace Calumny to give you one of HIS brooms!," they finished together.

Ron choked, and began to cough. After recovering, he stared with equal reverence as the other three at it. "You mean that's a HOT B-ROD?"

Harry nodded proudly. "Sorry Ron, but I'm dropping Divinations and picking up Ancient Runes so I can try and make my own brooms, too."

"You're going to win us the Quidditch Cup for the next five years with that," Ron breathed. "If it doesn't catch fire first or you don't plow it into the stands."