Distracted? Yes, that might be the case. Evan was distracted by some blond girl, and the problems she'd caused him. Working without her would be good. Taking a mental note to see the professor after class, he walked in the next part of the lesson-Dueling Arena. He didn't like what he saw. If he couldn't cast the spell properly, how was he going to beat these armours and their weapons? Hopefully, the professor would be there to help him. Or someone else. Maybe it would be enough to focus only on the spell. He found a seat for himself at the furthest point to the armours. Better not to be around them.