Selina waked into the cramped broom shed filled to the brim with old brooms. It made her sad to think of her own firebolt sitting at home next to her father's broom. But rules were rules and they were meant to be obeyed. So Selina went to work looking for a broom. Preferably a firebolt.

After several minutes of shifting through the brooms Selina realized not one firebolt was in sight. She thought back to what her father had always told her "when you don't have a firebolt get a Nimbus." At home she had flown one of her father's Nimbus brooms when she was younger, but it was not her most used broom. She had to admit though, it was fast and she was good on it. Why had she then been so stuck on using her Firebolt?

She then looked around for the newest Nimbus she could find. Finally, she settled on a broom and pulled down her goggles that were situated on the top of her head. Time to practice.