Evan was distracted with the gorgeous professors. How could they teach while distracting them? He shook his head, hearing half of the question. He took out his wand, still dreaming, and looked at it. He then snapped back to earth. He needed to be the best in these classes to see them more, and to have them notice him, right? Although he hated the animals and didn't want to give his arm to a flesh-eating plant, he had to try. He quickly raised his left hand, holding his wand. "It felt warm and like it obeyed me. We both liked each other, and ever since it does what I say. We're almost friends." Yes, he'd try even if he couldn't succeed.