Exam: Chamber 2 (RP)

- Abby -

The Spell sparks and you feel your hand press a little deeper into the surface of the field, the judges nod in approval. This looks like what you are 'supposed' to do, but your meager grasp of 'proper' Wizard Spells does not appear to be strong enough to overcome the level of the Spell they have put in place.

That is not your forte anyway, maybe you can use your strengths and your own power while making it appear your are casting a higher level of Harm?

What do you do?

The force-field is sucked into a red nimbus around Abby and vanishes.

The moment she steps forward into the circle the stone hand waves goodbye to Ari and Alaks and descends into the ground (it is just possible that, at the last moment it flips the bird towards the muscle-girl who hit it so hard, but no one notices).

There is a grinding and a whirring from the underground traps, the judges confer for a few moments before leaving their table and making their way over to the little desk in the middle of the arena --still majestically surrounded by the image or snow-covered mountains and forests.

The desk itself is old, and definitely very real. On it are parchment certificates, one for each of you. The audience wanders out, bored now that the action is over, but the judges stand around applauding as the representative of The Department of Wizarding Practitioners makes a speech (definitely not worth remembering or repeating here) and pompously explains that this is the desk used to sign the first Wizard Certificate and every one since. They indicate where you should each sign your acceptance on the one with your full names embossed in fancy writing, and then signs each one in turn, shaking you each by the hand and welcoming you into the Fraternity of Practicing Wizrds[sic].

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Do you follow the procedure or cause a disruption?
Do you ask anything?

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What do you do next? Feel free to provide a vignette of the next few day/months/years of your life as a Wizard... Definitely!