I sighed, mentally readying myself for their judgement. "I misread the word now. I thought the grimoire said won, and I blew up half the street, nearly taking Sunray's with it. I'm dyslexic, you see. I have been my whole life."
The room went still. Even Pastel Orange's pen scratches stopped as they all stared.
I stared right back, feeling my cheeks flame. Studmuffin flicked his tail into my back repeatedly as if to pat it and offer comfort.
"We would like to see your broom," Aster finally said.
"My..." I pointed at the broom closet by the front door where I kept my vacuum. "Oh, that kind of broom."
"Yes, Victoria. That kind of broom." Aster lifted her eyebrows. "Or are you between brooms at the moment as well?"
I squeezed my hands into fists. "Yeah, I don't have one of those. I've never had one. I drive a car named Bernadette."