Alright alright. This was Jonas' 4th year. Meaning, he was finally able to get a broom of his own. Well at least from his parents concerns. He was itching to try it out. Ok. Okay. But first we needed to do stretches. Booooo! He started by stretching his arms and then his legs and then his back. After stretching he looked aroind and saw nobody else was going to the air. He grabbed his cleansweep as it was buzzing to be used.
"Hey pretty soon alright?"