Margaret was more than happy that the teacher had not noticed her kicking away the stupid broom. It did give her a little something to grin internally about when one of the other hufflepuff girls (Hester Frey) also seemed reluctant to do this. Maggie could ride a bike, she didn't need to ride a broom like some witch. Admittedly she didn't own a bicycle of her own, but then she was never likely to own a broom either.

She begrudgingly walked over and picked up the broom again before rejoining her line. "up" she said with a sigh. Again the broom ignored her. She should probably have got the teacher's attention in order to get help, she would not have wanted to be punished for failing to do this task, but she just wanted to be back in her room, the one in irvingly which had all the pretty things in it that she might not see again. A long sigh this time before holding out her hand. "up" The wooden broom snapped up to her hand, making her squeek with suprise and pull her hand back in causing the broom to drop back down to the floor where it bobbed low a few inches off the ground. She looked at Georgianna Shacklebolt who stood nearby still and gave a nervous grin to ask for approval of the one person who had been nice to her since she arrived.