"This... looks a bit like a broomstick." Ron poked the long, narrow package.
"It doesn't just look like one, it is one." Harry waved his wand, and a wave of diagnostic charms rippled from one end of the package to the other. Finding no malicious feedback—safe for now—he took it off the table and leaned it diagonally against the edge.
Ron looked even more puzzled. "But who would send you a broom?"
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