"I can dream, I suppose," he agrees, grinning at the thought of one of their old brooms finding its way to Darrow. And now, living in the country, with access to Muggle restricted property, Charlie would be able to fly about without a care in the world. He lets out something of a wistful sigh. "But come, let's grab some of mum's best food right when it gets out of the oven - she's absolute magic in the kitchen."