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Despite her back being flush against the ground--despite the fact she could FEEL the blades of grass where fabric gave way to uncovered skin, Emmerson still had to peep an eye open to ensure she was on the ground before letting go of the broom.
O N LY after reaffirming that she would not be falling from any height whatsoever did Emmerson Cambridge pull herself from the broom. Blood rushing to her face from the absolute embarrassment of the last two minutes, Emm kept her eyes trained on her shoes while she dusted herself off. There was nothing left but damage control. She needed redemption for the humiliating way in which she'd conducted herself.
"You should probably get that broom checked." She said, brushing loose strands of grass from her arms, nonchalant as you like. "It's not working right. It won't even fly. You saw it spin me around like that. Definitely not the kind of broom you want in your lessons."
Because obviously on a better broom, none of that would've happened. She'd have been zipping through the sky like it was nobody's business. He'd be so impressed by her flying skills, he'd end the detention immediately.
Faulty dummies, faulty brooms....
Starting to see a pattern here.
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