
"No!" Morgan said, tickling

She appeared behind Jazzy, tickling her.

((What!?!?!? I gonna kill...))

"She walked..." Mary said.

Mary was sitting outside Hagrid's.

Mary was sitting crossed legged and backward as it flew. "Come on!"

"Hmmmm....broom?" The broom sped away to....Hagrid's.

"My broom has a mind of it's own. Literally."

"A felis, imobulos!" She called out in desperation and it halted. 'BETTER!"

Mary called back, "Bye Holly! SLOW DOWN!"

Mary flew out the door on her broom. "Slllllooooowww doooowwwwn!" She cried,

"We could.....I got nothing."

"Like what?" Mary inquired

Mary read side down from a book that appeared.