Another day, another final.

Nervously re-adjusting the strap of his bag, Blake stepped into the Broomshed and released an exasperated sigh. Today, he was hoping to VROOOOM through the exam as last night's cramming session gave him the much needed confidence.

Leaving his bag near the door, he timidly walked over to a desk and plopped down. He picked up the anti-cheating quill with quivering hands, trying not to pay attention to his nervous stomach and with one last glance, he dipped it in the inkwell and began his exam.

Yes, he has studied this time.