Saylie approached the brooms anxiously, as if expecting them to leap off the ground on their own. Visions of the 'Fantasia' cartoon she'd seen as a small child flashed through her head and she stifled a nervous giggle. Trying to appear calm and collected she stopped next to a broom and looked up at the professor. She was mentally preparing herself and failing miserably. Glancing over at Willow, she thought of how graceful she looked when she flew and realized that maybe, just maybe she could do this...
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