Bewitching Bowtruckle | a roamin’ numeral | Newt's salamander eyes ❤ | Ko Ko Bop
Carl smiled and nodded at Professor Tanner, though he was not warm enough right now. Hopefully it was warmer up in the air than it was on the ground. With this thought in mind, he joined the group of people making their way to the broom shed the Professor pointed at.
He stayed at the back while everybody else picked their brooms. When it was his turn, he grabbed a random one and headed back to the middle of the pitch.
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