((This aughta be hilarious. BLACKJACK.))
((WELL I HOPE YOU'RE LAUGHING, PETTY
I'M PUTTING AWAY THE BDSM FOR NOW, NONE OF THAT FOR MILENA AND DINAH, OKAY??))
7th person gets: Is allowed to torture my character for six hours, however gruesome they want or painful too.
Milena paced the front of the Great Hall in short, brisk steps. Her lips were pressed into a tight line when she wasn't spitting out the instructions for this special exam.
"This test will be six hours long. You must directly address the question and leave no doubt as to the answer. There will be nothing as middling as a 'half-mark', answers that are incomplete in any way or are unsatisfactory in their syntax and grammar will all be given zero. There will be no bathroom breaks, no lunch breaks, and keep your eyes on your own paper. If your eyes wander in the least I will have you put on probation."
Dinah was slumped over in her seat, wondering what she could've possibly done to deserve this. "But I'm the only one being tested right now...."
Milena's head spun around, "I WILL expel you, do I make myself clear?"
Sighing, Dinah gathered her resolve and dipped her quill in ink. Before her laid a bevy of incredibly familiar questions. She was going to hate coming up with legitimate answers...
How much Klink can a Klinkklang Klink if a Klinkklang can Kilnk Klang? If a Sudowoodo gets watered and no one is around to hear it, does it cry out in pain? What is the speed of an unladen Swellow? ...
Neatly arranging her robes around her, Milena took a seat in front of Dinah. In her hands were a crumpled set of well-perused test questions, and on the very last sheet, written in Dinah's handwriting, were the words, "not my type."
