Amber scrambled to her feet and got a Cleansweep. She sighed contentedly. It felt great holding a broomstick in her hands again. It'd been so long since she'd last flown. She lined up along the path, tapping her foot to a tune that was stuck in her head. Pretty soon she'd start humming, then la la la-ing, then real singing. She'd better find some way to distract herself...