Her side started to throb, the sound of all the clanking and the whooshing made her extra uneasy and wanted to snap at someone. Ughh. The broom was still crawling in the air, moving a few centimeters every now and then. She glanced around and saw someone familiar nearby, and she was about to speak and ask for a gentle push from behind coz this is like a car when a stone hit her temple making her fliiiiip and hanging upside down to the broom, the cauldron stuck between her chest and the stick. This position was so familiar to her that she didn't even bother yelling, but she yelped when the rock hit her temple out of surprise more than pain.

Louisa had to close her eyes, her broom-hugging body served as a tray to the falling rocks and she ached for not being brave enough to untangle one arm and collect all of them in her cauldron before they zoomed back to where they came from. Sigh.

She started shifting on the broom, her legs flailing a bit before they were wrapped tightly around the end of it and then she took one deep breath, shut her eyes tight again and pulled herself up, her hands aiming for the handle. The broom swaaaaaaaaayed and shooooot forward by the great push Louisa's hands unintentionally gave.

CLANK CLANK CLANK!

OH! LOOK! Three stones fell into her cauldron and the broom kept going forward.. and lower than before.