 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Lucas's eyes suddenly narrowed. Aside from being seriously annoyed with the defective broom, he was now thinking of a way to stop them. "Look out! They might hit you,'' he called to the others before taking a dive to the ground as one zig zagged close and missed whacking him on the head by a hair. The man scrambled to his feet, pulling his wand from its holster as he went.
"Immobulus!'' One well-placed aim from his years as a Quidditch player as well as a couch and he sent the spell towards the one that had almost crashed into him. "Immobulus!'' Would the spell work? It better had because Lucas wanted this over with to get to having a hearty chat with the broomstick supplier and manufacturer. |