Hester stepped inside the shop, feeling blinded by all the shiny broomsticks. Brooms. Like, things you sweep the floor with. That could fly. It wasn't possible. It just wasn't.
She walked down an aisle holding (the label told her this) cleansweep 7s. She was so engrossed in each item that she didn't notice a girl, and what Hester guessed to be her brother, in front of her. She stumbled as she bumped into them, and her face blushed bright red. Not an attractive look, having a face the exact same colour as her hair.
"I'm- I'm sorry," she said, looking down at the floor.
