He was pissed, and be damned if he'd let his school get closed. He needed to continue growing, as a student and true Halloweener. If not for himself, for Red and her sacrifice.

So when the exams opened up, he jumped on the chance to join in and went to the one he knew he would do the best in. Hexes....Jinxes, little spells or something of the sort of objects. That was what his FEAR was made for, inflicting bad luck via absorption through a object or Night's hands himself. After becoming Y2, he was becoming more and more prominent with it as well.

"Here's your bag. Good luck." One of the helpers genuinely said to him as they handed it over and he sat on the ground. Now...To channel.

Imagine it Night. His hands started to tinge a faint green color as he worked it down into his fingertips. But no matter what he did, no matter how he turned and twisted the green bad luck, it wouldn't latch on to the bag.

After trying it for what seemed like a half hour, the so kind helper came over to retrieve it and Night hissed at her.

He was damn unpleased when he handed it over to her and stalked off. He failed his academy dammit.

"Sorry Red." He took the piece of her horn in between his fingers and rubbed it.

Nights Score: 0