For a moment, it seemed as though no one had heard Harry. It took a while to digest. For several seconds, no one moved and all eyes were fixed on Harry. Suddenly, all at once, everyone began to talk.
"Yeah! Great idea, Harry!"
"How come we never thought of that?"
"Wait, that won't work."
"What kind of brooms are they?"
"C'mon, let's go!"
"No! We have to think this out!"
"We can't fly out of Hogwarts!"
"It's in Hogwarts, a History!"
"No, that's not it!"
"The brooms are right there! Let's get out of here!"
"Harry, that was brilliant!"
Harry covered his ears with his hands, took a deep breath and screamed, "WAIT!!!!" The small room silenced. Harry breathed and said, "Okay. We have six Cleansweep Sevens brooms in here. That's enough to get us all out of here. The window's about fifty feet high. Su, you've started flying lessons, haven't you?" Su nodded.
"I've learned how to play at home from my sister too."
Harry nodded, acknowledging Cho's skill at Quidditch, confident that if Cho taught Su, Su would know at least the basics of flying. He reached over to the corner where the dusty old brooms stood motionless, ready to fly. They each grabbed on and climbed on. At the moment, no one gave a thought about the dangers they might face, or even where they were going. They had not argued about the idea. All they wanted to do was escape the cramped and musty little broom closet that they had been locked in for hours. With hearts thumping, they kicked off and flew out of the small window, leaving the broom closet behind.