"Brooms are better." She agreed, trying to catch her breath still. Mr. Pettigrew was covered in leaves from the bush, but also seemed unhurt. "I think I'll have some bruises, but yes, I am alright." Ella wiggled around, testing her limbs. Her bottom would certainly be a little sore for a while, but that didn't need mentioning.

"I shall stick to brooms from here on out." Ella announced as she pulled herself to her feet, dusting herself off.