There were little fairies shooting out of the end of her broken broom and Madam Wystan was seething with anger. "The lot of you get out of here - class dismissed!" she screeched and tried to scramble to her feet. It was definitely awkward with a broken broom handle stuck to her hands and the rest of the broom stuck to the backside of her broom.

Her violet eyes were filled with venom as she shot a glance towards the Broomshed that could kill. "Don't ask me for any help - go ask that half-wit jock you all admire!"

She stormed off the pitch in a huff. The tail twigs of the broken broom were now puffing out aubergine smoke to match the woman's anger.