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Alastar had not got any of his flying classes. In the words of one of his brothers, he sucked big time at it. He walked now really annoyed with himself out to the pitch and went to the storage area where they kept the school brooms. He took one out and looking at it said, "don't fail me".
He walked back to the pitch and put the broom on the ground.
"Right then", he sucked in a deep breath and put his hand over the broom.
"up" he called the broom remained steadfast.
"uP" he called again, nothing.
"Up" the broom gave a slight quiver this time. Alastar was over the moon, that was the most movement he had yet.
Right, try again shall we, he muttered.
"UP" the broom came flying up and hit his arm instead of lifting into his outstretched palm.
"Damn it man!" he swore to himself.
He threw the broom down on the ground and put his hand over it again.
After 20 minutes of semi successful attempts and plenty of bruising, Alastar threw the broom on to the ground and gave it a good kick.
"I'll never get this" he shouted angrily.
He walked back to the pitch and put the broom on the ground.
"Right then", he sucked in a deep breath and put his hand over the broom.
"up" he called the broom remained steadfast.
"uP" he called again, nothing.
"Up" the broom gave a slight quiver this time. Alastar was over the moon, that was the most movement he had yet.
Right, try again shall we, he muttered.
"UP" the broom came flying up and hit his arm instead of lifting into his outstretched palm.
"Damn it man!" he swore to himself.
He threw the broom down on the ground and put his hand over it again.
After 20 minutes of semi successful attempts and plenty of bruising, Alastar threw the broom on to the ground and gave it a good kick.
"I'll never get this" he shouted angrily.