A written flying final. Who would have thought that even existed. Nevertheless, Evelyn had studied for it, well, more like read out of enjoyment because who didn't like reading about flying and quidditch?

Shuffling her way inside, she was surprised to see that there were already a few people there, making her frown. People. People in a cramped broomshed. Oh joy...

Taking a deep breathe, she moved to the closest seat, wanting to be the first out the door if anything happened, and slowly moved the parchment closer to read what was on it.

Okay, she could do this. She did study for a little bit so it should be simple right? Right.