[Oh, no, Ariel, don't stroke his ego by looking so amazed by everything. ORRRRR probably it's too late -- he puffs up a bit, preening like a peacock.]

I consider myself well read, though I'm not sure I've ever seen your name show up in relation to him.

[His smile turns into something that's a bit more smirk-like. In a teasing, trying-to-be-flirty sort of way.]

Which is a pity. But I've met you now, at least, so I can't complain. Here—

[He takes the broom back and sets it on the ground, then straightens again and holds his hand out over it.]

I do know magic. My whole world is magic. Up!

[Annnd whoosh, there it goes, rising quickly off the ground to slap against his palm. He steadies it briefly and them removes his hand altogether, leaving the broom floating in midair.]

Because I'm a Wizard. See? Flying broom.