Evan reached the class and stared at the red paper, watching curiously as his classmates seemed to be spacing their entrance before reading the note to confirm why. He could feel his stomach drop reading the activity, and he debated just.. waiting. Passing up on the challenge. But watching all the smaller kids just.. traipsing in without a single fear made him feel like he had to.

It's not like the darkness would have suddenly made the classroom smaller or anything.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped to the door, counted down from 10 after the last student went in and... plunged ahead. Merlin it was pitch black. He kept his wand holstered and tentatively... kicked out in front of him - gently - his arms also splayed out to the sides to feel anything in his surrounding area. He felt like he could hear some of his classmates making small gruntles as they rammed into things so he tried to avoid the directions from those sounds. His steps were slow, steady.

But then he got paranoid someone was going to bump into him and send him splaying anyways because he was taking too long. So he quickened his pace, every "oof" other "ah" step "ow" bumping into something or another. At least it was all soft?

He tripped and fell forward at what he hoped was near the end and just.. crawled the rest of the way to what he hoped was his desk.

RIP his clean robes.