Chapter 250: The End-Of-Year Examinations (2/2)
”Please take care of Madam Marchbanks,” Dumbledore said to Quinn, who nodded.
”Alright, send in the cavalry,” said Marchbanks, pulling out a flask from her purse and setting it next to a cup and saucer before pouring herself a steaming serving of tea.
”Yes, first is Hannah Abbot,” said Quinn, took out another sheet from his clipboard, and set it in front of her.
Marchbanks put down her cup before it reached her lips and picked up the sheet. ”What is this?” she asked. The sheet had three names on it — Hannab Abbot, Susan Bones, and Terry Boot — and under every name was a list of charms.
”The charms under the names are what the student is good at.”
Marchbanks squinted her eyes at the sheet. ”But these charms aren't from the fifth-year curriculum.”
”No they aren't. If a student performs the fifth-year charms well and you'd like to test them for bonus points, you can refer to that list. The students which I'll be providing you are the ones who told me about their out-of-curriculum specialties.”
The students who Quinn listed were basically DA members that Quinn as a fellow member, was trying to get them better grades. He was confident that if Marchbanks took his offering, all DA members would gain bonus points because he had seen them cast the spells.
”Oh my, I see.. . certainly, if these children are able to perform their curriculum taught spells, then I will give them chances for bonus points.”
”That's great. I'm sure they would be thrilled.”
”Do you have these lists for other subjects too?”
”Yes, I do; I can provide you with the three casting subjects — Charms, Transfiguration, and DADA.”
”Then I'll like to receive those as well.”
”You got it.”
Quinn then walked to the rest of the panel rooms and repeated the same conversation with the sweetest old people he had met — they weren't as old as Marchbanks, but they did match Dumbledore in age and were joyous about receiving the spell list.
After ensuring that the panelists were all ready, he walked into the waiting rooms, started calling students, and so began the practical portion of OWLs.
”Alright, let's see, who's next,” Quinn said to himself after he entered the room. ”Goldstein, Goyle, Granger, and Greengrass,” he read before calling out, ”Anthony Goldstein, Gregory Goyle, Hermione Granger, and Daphne Greengrass.”
The four people stepped out from their respective groups and walked out of the room, their gait stiff and robotic. They looked at him like baby ducks, like they didn't know what to do.
”All of you realize that OWLs are the same as the rest of your examinations; the only difference is that the examiner is external,” said Quinn as they walked to their respective panels.
”Are they strict? What are they asking? Do they have our theory papers? Are they, by chance, already graded? What are their moods like?” Hermione spouted questions like a locomotive train did smoke.
Quinn chuckled and stealthily cast calming magic. ”It's fine; they are cozy and pleasant, so don't worry about their moods. Perform well, and they will give you a chance for bonus points.”
He watched as all four gradually calmed down a level, his magic doing its work, though there was still some definite stiffness in their bodies.
One by one, he led them to different panel rooms — Anthony Goldstein went first, then Gregory Goyle, and then Hermione Granger.
”Will she be fine?” Daphne asked, looking at Hermione entering the room. She was rapid spouting chants under her breath.
”I think she'll be fine — she got a hundred and twelve percent on a test,” said Quinn. He looked down at Daphne, and it seemed that his magic couldn't overcome the pre-exam jitters, so he turned to the only alternative he could think of.
Daphne felt a hand slip into hers, and it had its intended effects.
”You'll be fine,” said Quinn, ”we went over everything that could ever come up in that room. You have a fantastic theory base and extensive practical experience from DA. You'll breeze through it with flying colors.”
”You think so?” she asked, leaning a bit.
”Absolutely.”
They reached outside Marchbanks' door, and Quinn turned to face Daphne.
”What are the three attributes of focus?” he asked.
”Knowledge, Intent, and Emotion.”
”You have all of it, and that's all you will ever need. Now go in and knock the old lady's dentures out.”
Daphne smiled and giggled behind her hand. She nodded, straightened herself up, and knocked on the door before opening it.
”Daphne Greengrass?” Marchbanks' voice came from inside. ”Are you Sophie's daughter? You are, aren't you? Yes, I can see it. Come in, come in, tell me, how is your mother doing these days? I have not seen her in a while. Do you want a biscuit?”
The end of the year had begun.
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Quinn West - MC - Perfect Prefect.
Daphne Greengrass - Nervous - Did well in her practicals.
Griselda Marchbanks - Magical Education Department - Oh, Albus! Look at you, gotten so old.
FictionOnlyReader - Author - 2022 is here, peeps. Let's make the most of it. Post your new-year resolutions here.
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