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At his old school when a teacher would ask a question the majority of the students would keep quiet and sink down in their chairs in order to look so inconspicuous that the teacher wouldn’t call on them for an answer. At Hogwarts you literally had to fight in order to have your answer be heard. By the time it got around to you all the good answers had gone and you had to rack your brains for something to say.
It happened on this occasion too. Caolan had stuck his hand up to answer but all the really obvious answers he had thought of had already gone. His heart beat faster as it came around to him and he had to think of a response before he looked and sounded stupid. “There was an old broom called the Silver Arrow that was pretty decent years back.” As to whether they were still good he didn’t actually know. The majority of his knowledge was with his beloved broom that his Da had passed down to him.
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