Grinning, Ahn-Bo laughed at Carrow’s reaction. Some people didn’t take kindly to some lighthearted teasing and trash talk. Though they’d only met the once, he’d had a feeling that the professor would take it easily enough. Thankfully he’d been correct, or this could have gotten very awkward—not just for Ahn-Bo but the entire Jeong family. Ambrose Carrow was the eldest son of his family, and it was his father and he that Yeom cared about most. That would cause a ripple effect and put a strain on the relationship with Taesu; both he and Jin-a would be upset with him…

”Gwaenchayo,” he said, this time it was his turn to wave his hand. Just because the wolf had been counting down the days to this event didn’t mean that Carrow had. Ahn-Bo was surprised at Jin’s coldness—the man seemed nice enough, and he usually had a good read on peoples characters. It was likely just the vampire being overly protective of Taesu again. He thanked his ‘hung’ in Joseono, and once he was out of the tent, he turned toward Carrow a bit sheepishly.

”Don’t mind him; he isn’t very friendly,” he did his best to sound reassuring. It was then that his eyes landed on Carrow’s broom, widening in appreciation. ”Aigoo, what a beauty!” He’d been out of the quidditch world for a long while, and though he would eye the latest broomstick models in shop windows, he would be the first to admit he wasn’t up to date on which was the best.