So...this was basically her whole problem last year.
That the stupid school brooms didn't want to cooperate with her. Blue was just super duper glad that she could use her OWN luffly Cleansweep 39 for Quidditch instead of these smelly things. Ladedaaaa, not really listening to her head of house, Blue held out her hand gingerly, ready to be smacked across the palm.
"UP." Yeah, move your lazy butt broom and get up! The broom stayed still, almost mocking her. Pouting slightly, the twelve-year-old was gonna try again. "UP!" More forcefully this time. The broom rolled a little bit, teasing her.
Blue stomped her foot in frustration, glaring at the stupid thing. Right. Making sure Vindictus wasn't looking, she grabbed the broom of the ground and hopped back up, making her eyes wide and innocent. Yep. Nothing to see here.
Ladedadedaaaa.