starryast
Her heart was sinking. Her world was ending. The sun was still shining and the grass was still green, and nothing else that she noticed was turned upside down, except her. She sank to her knees. Her hands buried themselves in loose dirt. Today was just one of those days.
Her idea was of transport; her legs were wrapped firmly around the broom and she kicked into the air, wind whipping through her cloak. She felt empowered, her eyes seeking tiny bodies with small hands and feet. They reached for her, faces turned upwards, looks of awe and numbness. She smiled to herself. Tonight would be a good night.