Heather reluctantly walked into the dilapidated broom shed and picked up a descent looking broom. She wasn't sure what to do with it from here, so she just walked out and to the Quidditch Pitch.
A few minutes later she walked back into the broomshed and returned it to its original niche. She turned and walked out.
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