"It's motorcycle, not 'motor-stykle'. And they're vastly more comfortable than brooms –"
"You love to play Quidditch!"
"That doesn't mean I'd like to spend a cross country flight on a broom, mate. Face it, Muggles have way better forms of transportation."
"Apparating."
There was a groan. "Besides that. Floo makes you sick and brooms give your bum a bruise the size of Belgium."
The shaggy haired boy who was so furiously arguing for the sake of motorcycles was none other than the pureblood wizard, Sirius Black. The boy was arguing with his best mate, the one with the fly-away black hair and rectangular glasses, the one and only James
