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Originally Posted by
demented_death_eater 
Leave it to Cela to ask several questions instead of one. "Tail twigs come from trees, just like the wood for the handle. We trim them because the forces of gravity wreck havoc on them. When a broom tail gets too short, then it's time for a new broom. However, there are certified Broom Specialists, like myself, who regularly inspect and decertify brooms."
Yes, it was a wordy answer from one Ravenclaw to another.
"Restored? Of course. Again, it takes a certified Broom Specialist to perform the complex spell work," he said and rolled his eyes as he handed her a coupon. "Good questions are always rewarded."
Celandine had a smile on her face to start with and she was nodding along, obviously truly absorbing the answer and making mental notes. She was sure she could manage a lot of the spells herself and was just about to ask about them when...
Cela flinched away from the coupon but it was
already in her hand. Her throat closed up and all the colour drained from her face, eyes going dull and blank. Her wand was out and she didn't even know it, the tip pointing at the coupon. It suddenly exploded into a million little pieces of confetti, blowing up in the air.
But the feeling wouldn't go away and Cela, who was hyperventilating a little, dropped her wand and began rubbing her hand furiously with the rag in her other hand, as if she were trying to rub away any imprint left by the innocent piece of paper.
Of course the rag in her hand was covered in broom polish, so it wasn't long before her hand was completely shiny and coated in the stuff. Cela kept rubbing at it, making little squeaking sounds as she attacked her hand with the polish covered rag.