 Wibbly Wobbly | Timey Wimey
Taylor placed her hand over the broom, admiring her French manicure while doing so. She knew the broom would go up for her since that was always the case. "Up." It wasn't a yell or even that loud though it was firm to show that she and not the broom was in control. The broom flew up and hit her palm. Her fingers wrapped around the piece of wood, making her smile. Tay wished that it was her own broom though and that they could just push off already but Oh well... She would just have to wait.
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