"Climb?" Trudy demands. Of course they'll have to climb. Like the balloons in the other memory she visited, the brooms will stay in the air, but they won't respond to the weight on them and actually fly. She heaves a large sigh for a small witch, then starts digging in her purse for one of her spare pairs of glasses. "This is a stupid memory," she declares, straightening out her dress slightly in case her underwear is showing. "Fine. You go first."