Mops. cool. but flying them? it proved difficult. And Heather dare not do the tricks she did earlier or end up injured again-she wouldn't want to end up in the hospital wing again and worrying her friends so much.

but the mop was so difficult to handle! Heather was just about a feet above ground, and just spinning ever so slowly in a circle-the weighted end about half a feet from the ground. She sighed and tried to pull up. great. a feet and a half. pull up again with all your strength. 2 feet. pull again. 3 feet. at least her legs were dangling now.

"i guess having a drag is better than throwing myself up in the air at an intense speed." she mumbled to herself.