Laura blinked at Professor Jones. Was she taking the mickey out of her? Could a witch actually do that? One eyebrow went up as her skepticism showed on her face. "I...didn't think that was possible," she replied as she regarded the older witch.
"You did?" Would the broom...care? Could it care? "Thank you, Professor. That was very nice of you. I...don't use it very much so I guess I didn't really do all that much upkeep." And by that she meant none. She looked over the broom. It did look much better than it had.
Laura nodded. Was this why girls loved the brooms so much? She didn't remember this from first year but she was hardly attuned to her body in the way she was to her hormonal teenaged one now.
Pulling up gently on the handle, the broom still popped up quickly causing Laura to squeak in shock and mild fright. The broom bobbed and jerked a few times before settling in. "Okay," she breathed, her eyes now fixated on the broom handle.