Evan sighed in relief when they were told to get off the brooms, but worried in the next moment--how was he supposed to get off? Watching a few people, he decided to jump off like Huffie Champion. Getting down until only two metres, he jumped off and returned the broom. Listening to the questions and answers, he didn't bother to answer since he didn't approve of flying at all, and didn't have any idea about it whatsoever anyway. He was pretty content down on the ground, listening to other people's ideas when all of a sudden wet mops appeared. Still he wasn't alarmed, until the professor told them to mount on.

"Are you kidding?" he moaned out loud, not caring that the professor might have heard him. He was NOT getting on any flying object, unless it was large enough to carry a few people and actually had some motors or other safety stuff. Sure, he did hear the professor saying these mops were safe--hah, like they could be trusted!--and had a cushion charm, but he was still highly sceptic. The memory of riding a more civilised broomstick still lingering in his mind quite vividly, he wasn't going to mount on something harder to ride.

Watching a few people and how they couldn't go fast or climb too high, he decided to give it a shot. He'd already flied, after all, and had been foolish enough to attend the flying class. Now, at least, he wanted to finish what he had started and grabbed a mop. Giving the dripping end a disgusted look--he didn't even want to think where it was used at, he threw his left leg over it and mounted. Holding onto it for his dear life again, he tapped his feet and started to go up... everything cool for now.