Ella forced herself to take a deep breath and focus. She could do this. It really wasn't that different from a broom. Following the previous instructions, she gripped the front of the carpet and leaned the appropriate ways, both back downward a little bit and toward the aforementioned bushes.

It seemed to respond enough for her to collide with the bush, the carpet getting caught on the branches abruptly, sending Ella spilling from the carpet with a thud back onto solid ground. After the initial shock of landing on her bottom rather roughly, Ella started to laugh hysterically. "Your carpet has very poor manners, Mr. Pettigrew." She gasped finally as she peered around at him to see where he had landed.