Meghan had been standing with everyone else in the line. When it was her turn she mounted her broom carefully checking and re-checking her grip. She pushed off the ground gently hovering only about a foot off the ground. She leaned forward and felt herself excelerating. One by one she manuevered herself around the cones. When she got to about the middle she felt herself slipping and quickly dropped down to the ground and slid back onto her broom. When she was sure she wasn't going to slide off again she flew back into the air and completed the course. When she finished she turned sighing heavily and raised her hand proud she had completed the task without a scratch.
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