Determined not to let Jakub down, and also, given the fact that he’d already did this a few times before, Jace steadied his breathing as he felt his shoulder loosen up and just...stayed still for a few more moments. Yes, brooms can smell fear, but he’s bigger than the broom. He convinced himself that he is now the master of said broom, and that it will come to him when he commands it.

As he set his mind to the task at hand, he cannot help but get curious as usual. He bit his tongue to remind himself of the present, and that he would raise the question once the broom was in his hand.

Eyes full of determination, he looked at the broom beside his right foot, extended his right arm over it, and shouted the word “UP!”. As he did so, the slightly scratched Yajiurushi broom rose from the ground, and went straight to Jace’s open hand. Now that he was done with the first task, he raised his arm to get McLeod’s attention. “Professor? Is it...really necessary to do this step? Is this some sort of...ritual that must be done, or can we just mount our brooms right away?” Because putting the broom down just to summon it back seemed...impractical, especially if you’re in a hurry. Just saying.