Caelum sighed, dismounting from her broom shaking. She'd not get good marks in this class. She glanced around the field, she yearned to exchange the grip of the broom for the grip of her pencil. She watched the others fly, she would draw the scene later. One dangling and cursing the air, some flying as smooth as eagles did, others hopping along on the ground like frogs... Like her. 

She looked down at the large wooden thing. The straw at the end stuck out in all directions. It would not be a good [i]cleaning[/i] broom. She wondered if witches might charm a vacuum cleaner to fly. Like in that movie...