Saylie nodded at the professor's words and watched as he said "Up" and the broomstick literally jumped to obey him. She looked down at the innocent looking broom lying on the ground and reached her hand over it. "Up!" she said firmly. Nothing. Not even a twitch. She looked around, somewhat nervously, then back down at the broom. "Up!" She tried again. A single twig appeared to move, though that could have just been the wind. She sighed and glared down at the broom. "UP!" she said again. It gave a half-hearted sort of wobble and then stilled. She sighed and lowered her hand for a second, momentarily defeated, the resolutely stuck her hand back over it. "Okay, I see how it is," She cleared her throat and tried again. "UP!" The broom rolled over and lifted about a foot off the ground. "This is insane!" she muttered, "It is doing this intentionally!" Gathering all her concentration, she tried one last time before she completely lost patience. "UP!!" She practically shouted at the broom, and miraculously, it lifted and settled into her hand.
Blowing a strand of hair from her eyes wearily, Saylie looked over at the professor. She hoped in vain that no one had noticed her struggle to make the broom obey.
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