Sam looked around as she saw people begining to decsend. She tilted her broom down, holding on tightly to the broom. Luckily she didnt fall. Looking to her left, she saw somebody on the ground, pointing toward the broomshed. Realizing it was Madam Wystan, Sam bit her lip. She wanted to laugh so hard. Servers her right!

When her feet made contact with the ground, she smiled. The smile vanished as the fourth year realized her hands were stuck to the handle. This was what she got for laughing at Wystan. Shaking her hands, she hoped it would fall off. The broom didnt budge. Great. The Gryffindor stormed away from the lesson, muttering "This is what I get for going to class."