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demented_death_eater "Don't be shy - the brooms don't bite!" exclaimed Vindictus who noticed that a few attendees were hesitant. At least he had their undivided attention.
Excellent.
"Welcome to the first flying lesson. The basics of how to fly a broom will be covered and practiced . . . hopefully without loss of life or limb."
Smirk.
"Place your right hand over the broom - open palm - and in a firm voice say 'Up!' Make sure you let the broom know who's the boss. When you do this correctly, the broom will fly upwards and hit your open palm. Then you must grasp the broom in your hand."
He pulled out his silver whistle. "Show me how it's done." Vindictus barely finished the sentence when he placed the whistle up to his lips.
TWEET!
Pam placed her hand, palm down, over the broom. In all her excitement, her voice was more harsh than usual. "UP!" She yelled. The broom wabbled a bit before flying up into her hand. She looked up at the teacher in excitement.