Amber couldn't believe the Professor was being serious. He had to be joking! Amber stayed on the grass while everyone else grabbed the broomstick, but after a while got up and joined everyone else. As she took the handle she cringed. The handle seemed to be covered in the same Myrtle stuff that was on the mop. But she mounted it anyway, kicking off into the air. Slowly but surely it rose a couple inches, then zoomed backwards and smashed into one of the invisible barriers. She rubbed her backside and glared at the barrier... wherever it was. She saw Salander fall off his mop and giggled softly, blowing the hair out of her face. Then Fletcher fell off his and the mop fell on his head. She started giggling louder, holding her stomach with one hand and the handle with the other. The mop tipped violently to he side, but Amber kept giggling.