Still with her hands on her hips, Evelyn was glancing from Rae to the French dude at the top of the stairs who still looked like he was hyperventilating or something...when she saw her. HER. The History of Magic Professor.

Crud!

Wide eyed, the Slytherin was going to grab her flip flops and make a run for it but Destiny was in the way. GAH! When did her friend get so close to her anyways? Cringing at the loud yelling as it echoed throughout the place, Evelyn paused like a statue, her heart pounding a million times a minute. Her name wasn't called. Oh, thank Merlin. It was Rae and whoever the other person was.

Seeing as she was already close enough to the third floor corridor entry way, she tried to make sure the Professor was distracted enough by Rae and whoever else it was she was trying to get answers from before removing her self from the situation. Inch, by inch, she scooted towards the corridor. Flip flops or not, getting a detention was not on her list of things to do this year. Besides, what would Kingsley say!? She couldn't have this on her record! Then he wouldn't teach her!

Inch...

Inch...inch...

Run? No, she needed her flip flops. Pffft.