Being a Second Year was pretty cool. Not being one of the youngest at school was awesome, and he had Firsties he could watch out for. However, there was one thing that had been bugging him since last year. He had not learned how to fly and now, he did not have Flying classes anymore. If there was one thing Carl could not let go, it was his dream to soaaar through the air.

The Hufflepuff was not sure what he expected from Professor Tanner. Private lessons? No, that would be too much. Maybe just advice on how he could improve. Yeah, that would be nice. He knew that the Professor was wise and calm and that he trusted her.

After knocking on the door, Carl waited in the corridor patiently.