Carl walked to the Quidditch Pitch, uncertain if he wanted to do this or not. He was never a good athlete and although this was his first Flying Lesson, he knew that he would not be good at this sport either. However, Quidditch players looked super cool and impressive, so he might as well give it a try. Despite the cold, he was wearing less than usual, as he felt that this would help him fly better. It never hurt to be cautious.

After pausing only briefly to read the sign outside of the stadium, he walked in (without a personal broom) and smiled at the Arithmancy-Flying Professor. "Good afternoon, Professor Tanner."