Woot! FLYINGEXAM!
Miranda hurried into the broomshed, toterly ready to kick some exam butt, and hopefully she would be kicking this one. Because y'know, flying - she would hopefully do well. Gulp.

She entered the broomshed and took a moment to look for an empty desk in this leetle espace, rushed over and took a seat. She grabbed the ink and quill closer to herself, flipped the parchment to read the questions and then began to take the exam.

Writing writing writig.... mhmhmhmhmhmmmm.

Gosh, this was making her want to grab a broomstick and fly. Snort.