As Mr Bell reached down and helped poor Louisa up, Blair looked about, you'd think a broom couldnt go too far, but they were tricky things and would end up places you would least expect.

"Hang on, I think I see it sticking out... I'll go look." the teen willed their own broom over toward a large tree which appeared to have the back end of a broom sticking out of the foliage. From here it looked intact, but on closer inspection it seemed to have a split down the handle where it had hit the tree head. Blair grabbed the head and gave it a tug. Nothing, not an inch. The seeker peered through the thick leaves. "Its jammed in a bird hole or something, nice shot Weasley!" Blair laughed and continued to try and pull the broom out. A small bird landed on the branch nearby with some kind of wriggling thing in its beak. It regarded the blocked hole and then Blair, cocking its head in curiosity. "suppose that's your home then? Dont worry, we'll sort it."