Hum dee dumm... Lovely day, wasn't it? Milton sauntered onto the pitch and made his way to the broom rack. He narrowed his eyes at the sign. 'Your esteemed professor nor the school will take any responsibility for the loss or damage of personal property during the course of this Flying Final Exam...' Huh. In that case... Milton picked around and found the best looking broom even though it might get destroyed in whatever they were doing for the final.

Once he had his broom, he walked over to the purple tarp and read the note... And since he didn't want to turn into purple goo or lose housepoints, Milton backed away carefully and looked around for Vindictus. He eventually spotted him up in the stands.

Well. This was all very... interesting.