“That’s it. I’m taking the brooms!” Michael said as he threw open Sofie’s door.
Sofie sits up on her bed, “what? Um no?”
“Um, yes,” Michael opens her closet door and takes the broom off the hanger. He had special places built in the kids' closets for the quidditch things when they were little. Add it to his list of regrets. He heads for the door
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