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Angelina is sitting at a table not far from the bar with her broom lying flat on the table and a broomstick servicing kit open next to it, although most of the contents is scattered over the table.
The broom itself has seen better days- the tail is more than a little singed and the handle is smudged with grime, soot and more than a little bit of dried blood- and Angelina is looking iy over, trying to figure out just where to start with fixing it up and at the same time trying not to recall how it got so badly damaged in the first place.
She reaches for a bottle of Butterbeer and takes a sip. She would appreciate some company right now.
The broom itself has seen better days- the tail is more than a little singed and the handle is smudged with grime, soot and more than a little bit of dried blood- and Angelina is looking iy over, trying to figure out just where to start with fixing it up and at the same time trying not to recall how it got so badly damaged in the first place.
She reaches for a bottle of Butterbeer and takes a sip. She would appreciate some company right now.