Eyeing the girl, Evan decided she was all fine. She was asking for others, after all, and that showed she was fine enough, right? Not really wanting to draw the attention of the teacher by chit-chatting while Slytherin were doing so great, he gave the girl a small smile before mounting on his mop, "I'll see you around then..." She was also from Slytherin, so out of all people she should understand his reluctance to stop by and chat.

Tapping his feet angrily on the ground--he'd already figured out to be harsh with the mop--he took off with a wave at the girl. Taking a mental note to keep an eye on her, he expanded his horizon by going up to four metres, a bit thrilled by the idea that he was a metre up than normal for him. He'd also figured out how to stay on it--by bending his body forward. It was not the most comfortable position, and it was sure to hurt a lot once he tried to stand straight after this horrible fun! lesson again. What happened had happened, and he had to bear this fate as he couldn't change the past and not attend this class now.

Even at that height the mop trembled slightly. Pfft. He really wanted to know what kind of an inspiration made the professor believe flying on wet mops would be fun. He still had his issues with the height at only four metres, and felt an unresistable desire to get back on the ground, but he fought it. He was a fifteen-year-old teen; he had to manage these kinds of 'little' problems. He remembered that the Huffie champion--Fletcher, wasn't it?-- had little issues with height too. It made him feel slightly better, but looking up for a second--which wasn't a good idea at all, for everything spun around again--he recognised Marie flying above everyone else recklessly, as if this thing was safe to do so and as if this wasn't dripping water. Who was inconsiderate now, hmpf? If she could do it, so could he--all he needed was some courage. And a therapy about fear of height would be good, since he was pretty uneasy even at four metres. Yeah, racing with her could wait until he solved his issues with being in the air.

Still, he felt pretty bad when a butterfly flew past him. Literally. He was being outsped by butterflies! Leaning on even further--which reflected on his face as a pretty painful action--he tried to speed up a little to catch that butterfly, making it an issue of pride. But the mop started to tremble even more, and with the shift of weight inclined slightly downward. Evan immediately took his previous position as he watched grudgingly another butterfly pass by.

Apparently, he had to get over the idea that butterflies could easily outspeed him. Perfect!