Chapter 9: Examination or Execution?
Writing an exam about the entire history of magic in Westumberland was the easy part.
The hard part was what came afterwards.
Forty-five minutes after the written exam began, I was done.
"Are you sure?" The female instructor in academic robes asked when I indicated my completion.
"I am."
She gave me a questioning look, then sent for another examiner to collect my paper.
Meanwhile, silent murmurs broke out in the hall.
"Show-off."
"Failure."
"Prolly dumber than he looks."
One of the male examiners took my paper from my desk, while another ushered me out of the hall. Once we were outside, he pointed towards another large stone wall building thirty meters across the lawn.
"Go over there for your second examination," he instructed.