 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Oh, flying class again. Evan had debated this for a while too, in his bed last night. The last time was good, in this class. And the practice with Sophie went alright as well. Still, he had this bugging feeling about brooms and anything that is related to it. He sighed, and before long, he was on the grass again, making his way to the pitch.
Smiling at the professor, he sat down in front of him, but not in the first line. He wouldn't like it if he was to fly first or something... |