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Carl returned a greeting to Rachel and moved closer to Professor Tanner. The school broom clutched tightly in his hand, he joined the circle between two other First Years. They were getting started!
The Badger listened attentively to the Professor. He was not talented at sport, so following instructions carefully was the only thing he could rely on. When indicated, he immediately placed his broom next to his right foot, under his dominant right hand. Wow, so the broom just jumps up into your hand? This was so cool!
He stretched out his hand and said, "Uh - up." No, his voice was too shaky. He had never realized how nervous he was. "Up." He said, more confidently, but the broom stayed still, as if it thought he was not serious about flying. This thought made him angry, he definitely wanted to fly! "Up!" This was an order! This time, his broom jumped up into his hand. Yay!
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