Tilly arrived in her usual flurry with wisps of cloud like streams floating off her shoulders and head. “Well what do you think?” She waved the sleek vacuum cleaner in front of Didi, her sister Valerie, and her mother Minerva. Swazie, Didi’s familiar, was in her cat form trying to ignore everyone and the commotion that Aunt Tilly’s visits usually provoked.
“It’s a vacuum cleaner, dear. We don’t need such an expensive item. We just cast a spell to get rid of the dirt.” Granny Minerva glared at her. “Why are you wasting money on such an expensive, needless,” by this time Granny was sputtering.
“It is our new mode of transportation.” Tilly smiled at them. “Straw brooms are so passé! We need to go with the new.”
Granny was aghast. “You can’t be serious. How would flying around on that frigh
