Eino had taken a broom by now and now stood in a safe corner alone (mostly for the safety of others). He placed the broom on the ground stood to its right, raised his right hand and commanded "Up!" The jerked and then levitated for a single second. Eino cleared his throat and repeated "Up!" This time the broom flung in the air, past his hand, and on its way back to the ground it hit Eino on the shoulder. "Ow..." He complained rubbing his shoulder. "Bad broom!" He snarled as he wiggled his index finger at it in extreme disapproval. He had done this before, so why was it so hard?! For the third time he commanded the broom firmly and finally it sprung into the air and he caught it with a firm grip.