.十六. Oh good lord this is embarrassing.

[slug_healer]

Whatever's going on here, I want to know so that it can stop. Like, now.

Case in point: my broom is... yeah.

If I even try to walk, it's literally sweeping me off my feet so I've no choice but to be on it. So long as I'm riding on it, it's...content, I suppose.

...

Things are going to be very awkward.

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[andbrushmyhair]

Your broom is-- What?

[slug_healer]

Possessed?

I don't know. It all started when I tried to get off of it after pratising on the pitch. I don't even want to think about how I'm going to sleep tonight.

[andbrushmyhair]

...I thought maybe I'd read something wrong.

Tsunade, that's so strange... I hope everything returns to normal soon.

[slug_healer]

...okay...

Me too.

[serpent_child]

...will it let you get away with hugging it? My quill keeps writing me sonnets, and my books have attached themselves to my legs.