"Ellie," she nodded, correcting Professor Bellaire. She really should have just wrote that on her nametag. It was an awful habit to be putting that last name on there. But now that Ellie J. was gone...

Otherwise, her eyes were on Bellaire's wand. ...They wouldn't be folding? That was actually a good thing, probably. That spell looked wicked easy.

However, she couldn't keep from wincing when the brooms started sweeping. The Captain knew those weren't racing brooms but...still...chores were a horrible fate for any broom. And all it needed was a bit of tender loving care and some charmwork, ironically.

That was what they should learn, you know. Flying charms and others used on brooms.

Ethical ones used on brooms. Not ones to condemn it to a horrible life of housework.

Liberum Arbitrium. Liberum Arbitrium. She was already going over the incantation in her head. Even her lips were moving. And a swish and twirl. That was simple. The wand was soon in her hand, too.

When the spell and wand movement came easily enough, without feeling tongue tied, or wrist tied, the redhead approached a broom. "Sorry," she muttered to it as she aimed her wand. And for once, for the broom's sake, the seventh year hoped she wouldn't get it on her first time. Give the poor broom a longer chance at a life of inanimation, at least, since it wouldn't fly. "Liberum Arbitrium," swish, twirl.

....And of course nothing happened. Not for lack of skill on Ellie's part, but lack of will. She hadn't willed the broom to move, and so it didn't.

Thing was, she wasn't going to want this broom to move. At all. All lesson. Ever. It just wasn't right.