... He really should have given up on this class already. Even with the book suggestions from Professor Aguilar from over the summer, Evan was a fairly bad flier. He'd really been hoping he could have learned better techniques from print alone, but no dice. Who could have guessed? Except everyone.

As per his usual, he left the castle fairly early in order to get down to the broom shed and pick out a broom for today's use. He'd spent some time trying to figure out which the best brooms were, but frankly... if there were some better than others, they were wasted on him. So he took to just grabbing whatever was available and making his way back towards the pitch. As he approached closer, he could see the net - which always did provide a better sense of security - and a bunch of his peers already gathering. Evan checked his watch just to confirm he wasn't yet late, before breathing a sigh of relief once he saw it was still before 6.

He offered head nods to those he knew as he passed, making sure to give proper greeting to the Flying Instructor. "Hello, Professor Kazmi." He would say something along the lines of 'looking forward to class' or 'excited to be here' but... he was fairly positive that after his poor performance thus far this term - both would have known how insincere the sentiment, despite how much he liked the instructor. He found himself a spot to stand while waiting for class to begin.