Oh, Emmaleigh felt like such a fool. It looked like most of those in class were first years. If only she had managed to learn how to fly last term, she wouldn't be down here now. She sighed as she got up off the ground and walked over to the broom rack. Thoughts of the things she could be doing in the castle filled her head. She grabbed a broom without looking for the "best" one because she had gotten distracted by the first years who were angering Vindictus. She shook her head wondering why they couldn't just follow the rules. She headed over the the line, and placed her broom on the ground like instructed.