It twitched.

Right, well... She still wasn't too sure of this. Not at all. If Vindictus were here, would he stop the madness? Or can he, unlike her, understand the difference between a household broom and a Quidditch broom? Or rather, accept the difference?

Ellie chewed her lip for a good long while. Minutes. She could hear the commotion of others in their own attempts at making the brooms sweep and clothes fold. But she paid them no mind. She was just going to stand, chew, and mentally scold herself.

She would NOT fail at charms just because she stupidly refused to make a stupid broom stupidly sweep stupidly.

No.

She WILL do this. And the broom WILL sweep. Cause she was Ellie and she was amazing at charms. "Liberum Arbitrium Broom," swish, twist.

And just like that, it went a'sweeping.

The Captain only let it sweep long enough to know she'd succeeded, though, before casting a silent finite at it.

That'll do, broom, that'll do.

......Unless she wanted to try it nonverbally....if time allowed....