Stretching her arms and back as she made her way down to the flying lesson, feeling rather sore from some reason, the Slytherin let out a frustrated breath before letting her arms drop to her side. Did she sleep funny the night before or something?

Spotting the magenta tarp, Evelyn payed no attention to it after a moment or so, having been rather used to weird things showing up in class. Then again, if they were new brooms that weren't even on the market yet that they get to test out, then she'd be extremely interested. Oh how fun that lesson had been.

Plopping herself down on the grass, the fourth year leaned back on her hands as she crossed her legs, squinting her eyes up to the professor. Jeez, it was bright out. "Good day, Professor Vindictus. How are you on this lovely day?"

Hmm...soreness was making her nice. That wasn't good.