Well, this was certainly not going to be easy. He pulled a bit more on it, but it wouldn't budge and he had to admit it was quite the blow to his self esteem. He was training for world cup quidditch and couldn't pull a root! Clearly he needed to start lifting more weights.

Miss Scamander's completely innocent would have caused him to chuckle around his mates, but he somehow managed to keep a straight face. Leaning back, he gave her a bit of space, but shook his head. "'Fraid not, Cherie, I don't bring it with me when I go for a run." Unlike his current company, he did not often find himself in precarious positions that require magical release. "Do you?" It would be quite interesting if she didn't. He might be running for help in the near future.