The Alchemy Hall was shrouded in silence and the only sound that could be heard was the faint scratch of Professor Lira's quill as she marked the test papers.
Every student watched her intently, searching for any hint of approval or displeasure, but her expression remained an unyielding mask of neutrality.
Occasionally, her lips tightened or her brow furrowed as she reviewed certain papers, only to smooth out again, leaving the class in suspense.
The tension left each student holding their breath, hoping their name was on any paper which would earn her favor.
When she reached the final sheet, her face hardened briefly once again before returning to its impassive state.
Setting the quill down, Professor Lira stood and smoothed her robes.
"I've marked your tests," she announced.
"You wrote your names on your papers, so I'll call those who fell short."
She began listing names, and one by one, seven students rose to their feet, their faces a mix of dread and resignation.
