Carlton was fooooocused. On every word the professor said. And then he felt a poke in his side. He jumped, flailing his arms in the air to prevent any further poking. "It's just because I'm concentrating." He mumbled, defensively back to her (Zoryn). He was lying, of course. This was the class that made him the most nervous. Well, this and DADA. Actually, all the classes that got him to do anything magical was making him nervous.

And now he was supposed to talk to the broom. Or, command it rather. Carlton looked down at the broomstick on the ground next to him. He poked it a little with the tip of his shoe, just to you know, show it who was boss.

It was him. He was the boss. He'd show it alright.

Carlton held his right hand above the broom. "Up." His voice was stern as he stared down at it. But it didn't move. "Up. I mean it this time, get up here!" He clenched and opened his hand above it but it still didn't fly up to his hand at his command. Whyyyy didn't it obey? He was making grabby hands and everything! He stomped his foot in the ground but that didn't convince it either. What was so difficult for it to understand? Carlton was the boss. That was just a broom.

Finally he bent down and picked it up from the ground only to drop it back down again. "Now do that, only... Backwards." He flexed his hand repeatedly over it but it just refused. "UP!" Up, up, up, up, up, get up here YOU!

Carlton glanced around at the other students and relaxed slowly when he realized he wasn't the only one struggling. Then his eyes landed on one of his house mates (Sinead) and watched with envious eyes how her broom moved up off the ground. She hadn't even showed her broom the proper route to take from the ground up to her hand!

He thought back to the instructions. "If you're a bit nervous, you can close your eyes and imagine a safe place to get you comfortable enough while trying to summon it. Feel the broom.. Embrace the broom.. Be the broom.." Be the broom. He could be the broom. Carlton closed his eyes and thought of home. "Up." He opened one eye to glance down at the broom and sighed. "Up? Please. Up!" And then it happened; It wiggled.

IT WIGGLED!

Carlton let out a cry of victory! "IT WIGGLED! IT TOTALLY WIGGLED." Now it was completely still again, but it had wiggled. For like a solid second or two. "It wiggled, I got it to wiggle." He was so proud.