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While wasn't get at remembering some things, it didn't mean that she wasn't smart. She like to, at least, think she was as smart as her older siblings as she had manged to get into the school in the first place.

And a quiz was far easier on her than the obstacle course she had heard of. She doubted she would have survived such an event. So she was plenty fine with doing such an event. Upon being directed to a nice, comfy chair with a test and pen placed before her, she all but nearly jumped from her chair at the mechanism clasping her shoulder to keep her in place. Damaris figured it was for a good reason but it still startled her.

"Hmmm... " She took the Liaison's words to mind before starting on the test itself. The test seemed to comprise of more than just the paper. She had several tools at her disposal for various parts of the quiz and she could only imagine how many she would have to use.

Language and grammar. Oh! Damaris was pretty good with this! She was the one in her household that was in charge of writing out letters to the other member's of the family so knowing how to spell and what to say were her strong points. A long-worded paragraph here and circling the error in the examples and she was on to the next section.

Math. Well, at least she had done well enough in the previous part. Numbers were not her fortè. And the sudden light snow fall around her was not helping her. At least it was pretty... Wait! She needed to get back to her test! Despite how wondrous and distractingly beautiful the snow was, she was going to try and get her mind back on the test.

Okay this part was... Strange, to say the least. It was some sort of word jumble? Damaris wasn't entirely sure why it was on a test. It threw her off a bit but she tried her best. Not like she was going to give up with having gotten this far.The Terron tried her hardest, even with the terrible music that was blaring out in front of her was starting to hurt her sensitive hearing. She moved her ears to be more behind her shoulders and that seemed to help her get through the last part of this section.

What were all these test tubes for... Oh no... Science? Really? This and Math were not her strong points. They were practically the same so it wasn't a surprise that she wasn't good at this either. But Damaris still tried. A little liquid here from this measurement... What? How come there weren't...? Oh. Whoops. Damaris blushed a heavy scarlet and looked around to make sure no one had seen her just try and use the instructions she had been given while they were upside down.

Now magic! This was a subject Damaris was well versed in! She had to be. Her mother and father taught her well and it shined on through on this section of the quiz. The little Terron would have to write home or visit to inform them of what they had caught her helped her out a lot during the House cup. And probably talk about more of the school and her few new friends.

After answering the last question of the test, the chair's arm that had been clasped on her shoulder released and she was able to finally move and get up from her seat. She blinked at the presented cookie and medal before smiling and nodded. "Th-thank you."

Yup. She'd have to visit her family for a bit and show them what she had won from learning and listening to her parents.

Camilla arrived at the quiz pumped and ready to go! While she tended to prefer adventure and the outdoors, she loved books and learning as well! She'd surely do great at this! The plush chairs were nice, the harness was a bit odd though... Luckily she could reach the pen and folder easily enough. Once the clap sounded through the room and the folder opened she was off!

The first section was Grammar and Language. Easy! Her parents had been quite diligent in her education on this matter; it was only proper for a noble's daughter of Mouseshirean birth -- A very trade based kingdom -- to be able to read, write, and speak well! She finished the first part of the quiz in no time flat and was left feeling confident about the rest of the test.

She'd been so confident about her performance that she let her focus wander. Her thoughts ranged from what she'd have for lunch to what her minipets were doing. She even glanced around at the other creeple in the room. And, finally, in doing so she noticed the next section of the test had started! "Eep! Oh no!" she squeaks as quietly as she could before picking up her pen and began writing in a flurry! Alas, she'd wasted too much time and barely got through any of the questions...

Still flustered by her carelessness, Camilla couldn't get two thoughts in edgewise with the horribly off key version of Silent Night blaring in her sensitive ears... She choked almost completely and only got maybe a question or two done...

A look of pure relief spreads over the Dormouse ghoul's face as the horrid music stops and she was directed toward's the beakers. Unfortunately, her mind was still buzzing from the incessant song which was now stuck in her head... Almost everything she mixed up came out wrong... Fortunately, she did get one or two right... That was something... Kinda...

Down about her terrible performance thus far, when Camilla was presented with the quest "What is Fear?" she just stares blankly at it for several long moments... Didn't everybody know what Fear was...? It seemed like a odd question to be on a written test... Still... They were asking so... Unfortunately, her head was still in a whirl from everything and she took a little to long pondering her answer... She ended up having to hastily write a quick summery before time was up...

She was relieved when the harness finally let her up, and frowned as she was handed a cookie, a medal and pat on the back... She didn't feel like she deserved the prizes... Pouting, Camilla slips her medal one and nibbles on her cookie as she walks out... That did not go well...

Ok, so this was going to be a lot less physically demanding. Maybe nobody would get hurt this time around? The restraints made the ghost wonder, though...

If everything was as simple as the first section, Yuki was pretty confident he had this in the bag.

All too soon, he realized he was very wrong in that thought. He felt like his mind drew up a complete blank in the next two sections. Had he sucked this terribly at math and geography in his life? He literally guessed on every single answer, figuring that maybe somewhere in there a guess or two was correct.

Chemistry turned out even worse, and he was pretty sure that he was going to permanently smell of peppermint... Oh well, at least that wouldn't be so bad.

Yuki should have felt the worst at not doing well at the final section, and he guessed answers there just as pitifully as he had in the rest of the damn thing. He bombed this. There was no way he didn't. How the hell did he make it to third year, again?

He rushed out of the arena once he was able, less worried about his results on the test of his intelligence and more worried about a certain fae who was likely to have expected him at their booth long ago.

Rolled one too many so ignore the last!

It was fair to say that Ebele might have not been the sharpest knife in the drawer, or the brightest light bulb in the box, or whatever phrase a creature wanted to use.

She didn't think so, though. She had always understood things she saw in books (mostly) even though she took words at face value very often (all the time). Ebele was certain that she could ace this quiz, because her insights were the smartest of all of these other creeple around her. This wouldn't even be a fair fight! Of paper. And pencils. Maybe she could just sword fight with a pencil instead?

Ebele shifted around in her seat, wishing that she wasn't strapped in by a harness. Harnesses were restrictive. What did she need to be in a harness for in order to do a quiz?

She would have shrugged it off, but being in a harness, that was a little difficult to pull off.

When the first part of the quiz was brought out, Ebele was ready! She reached for the pen, keeping the mantra of eat, sleep, scare in her head, but she was soon cut off by a buffet of fake snow to the face. The pen flew away from the grasp, she was tasting nasty snow that most definitely was not actually snow, and it was suddenly very hard to focus on the words in front of her. Agitated, Ebele narrowed her eyes and fought her way for the pen, eventually managing to retrieve it from nearby without having to undo her harness. Then, she smashed her arm against the paper, starting to write furiously--

Just in time to be told to move to section two. Grumbling, Ebele moved over to the next section, refusing to admit defeat. The next section didn't bring the end of snow with it, though, and Ebele found herself distracted by the feeling of snow falling onto her head. Where was all this coming from? Despite the fact that snow had been buffeting her previously, she still seemed quite distracted by the snow again, and was just barely able to get any of her questions done before they had to move on again.

Refusing to give up, Ebele focused a little harder this time, though she was relieved that stupid snow was gone. Not that it was gonna defeat her, no sirree! It was just snow or whatever. The geography quiz was a little confusing, though. The terrible singing didn't bother her so much as the vagueness of descriptions like "Oh my Santa, not there!" and "The Terrible Spooky Tree Place" because it took a bit for her to puzzle out what exactly they were talking about. And why was there a word jumble on there? Was that a mistake? She tried filling it out, but even Ebele had to admit uncertainty.

And that just made her mad.

That might have been why she started flailing and shouting when the foxfire knocked some of her things over for the next section. Her screaming seemed to scare the poor thing off because it ran away, and with a victorious hrrumph, she grabbed what she had left on her table and used that to fill out the fourth section.

The last section of the quiz was honestly rather uneventful in comparison to what had been thrown at her before. It was just magicks, which were simple and made sense. There were no foxfire, and no snow, and no large amounts of snow, and Ebele finally felt like perhaps she had shown she was not to be trifled with and she had scared them off! That was enough confidence to push her through the section, though she took the medal and left the room was soon as she could.

Ignatius was actually rather disappointed they did not go to a new location for the next event. He wanted to run that course again...

(Part of that desire was how proud he was of how he had run it the first time, but most of that desire was just because the course was ridiculously fun. He had no idea he was so good at skiing until that course, which honestly just made him want to go do it again.)

The elemental was so distracted reflecting on his prior experiences that he honestly didn't even notice when he was harnessed into his chair by an elf. When he attempted to lean forward a bit and realized he couldn't, he looked down at his chest and realized he was harnessed. To his chair. With a tube above him. What kind of nonsense was this? Was this an extreme exam?

No problem. Ignatius could handle it. He reached up to his shoulder to brush dust off before reaching down to his pen to begin the quiz.

Ignatius liked to think himself fairly good at words, and there was no exceptions when it came to quizzes. The first portion of the quiz was honestly a breeze. He knew how to talk; he talked fairly well. There was no reason why he couldn't write as well. A few of the more obscure concepts might have gone over his head, but he didn't need to talk like he was out of a Spookspearean story in order to know how to speak the common languages.

Ignatius was not a huge fan of mathematics because it required a lot of sitting down and thinking for a while, things Ignatius did not enjoy doing. Perhaps, then, it was inevitable he got distracted by the foxfire that shot out of the tube, even though it jumped out of his lap. He cooed at it, because foxfire were adorable, before being shushed politely by a very chipper elf. Throughout the section, he kept taking breaks from actually finishing his math problems to watch the foxfire, resulting in the section not being finished all the way before time was up.

Ah well.

Ignatius managed to recapture his focus for the third section, ending up in the equivalent of the Geography Zone. The places written were odd and vaguely worded, but that didn't even matter to Ignatius, perhaps because he could come up with odd descriptions fairly easily himself. The section was aced, and he actually ended up done with this particular section a bit ahead of schedule. During the time he waited, he took the time to doodle a candy cane with snow on it in the corner of his paper.

Perhaps he should have spent more time preparing for the next section than he did, but then again, not much could have prepared him for another foxfire that this time flung itself onto his desk, knocking some of his supplies over. As a consequence, one potion mixed into another and since Ignatius was not exactly Brenley, he couldn't stop the ensuing peppermint foam that ended up all over his desk. Hm. Ignatius gathered what he could from the mess, and kept going. He managed something, at least.

Ignatius knew a fair amount about FEAR and magic, but he didn't really know much about how it worked and how it functioned so much as how to make it work for him. Having to do a quiz on FEAR, without going to the gym and just showing, actually gave him a bit of trouble, and he spent most of the time wrestling with it. It didn't help that Ignatius kept getting distracted by other events in the room, unable to stay still for much longer and, frankly, not wanting to. Being in this harness was starting to make him feel very uncomfortable--

Thankfully, the end of the quiz soon followed, and Ignatius was given a medal and something delicious, and allowed to leave.

Serafina was surprised that she really hadn't done all that bad on the last course. In fact, the Ghosts were ahead! Had she helped do that? Perhaps she could be of use to them after all.

The ghoul fidgeted nervously as she was brought into the former-obstacle-course, now-rows-of-desks arena, wondering what would be asked of her. Could she pull it off? Did she have a chance? Perhaps she could keep her head up and keep doing what she was doing before to get through this.

She bit her lip under her mask nervously as the elf sat her down and strapped her in under a tube. What was the tube for? She glanced around the room, confirming she was not the only one this was happening to, before looking down at her quiz. It probably wasn't anything important, right? Of course, this was Amityville Academy. Serafina knew better. There was always a catch, even if the proctors were from Christmastown...

The first portion of the exam was absolutely not a problem for Serafina. She spoke very politely--which often meant semi-formally--in the first place, and so all the grammatical and spelling structures were admittedly rather familiar to her in the first place. She breezed through this portion without a second thought, though she was starting to notice some of the chaos around her. Why was that poor ghoul getting blasted by snow?

Mathematics? She was fairly sure she could handle the next section without much of an issue. As she leaned down to get closer to the paper and get to work, a foxfire shot out of the tube above her head and started to scurry around her desk. A foxfire? Serafina leaned her head to the right a bit to get a look at the anxious foxfire, but decided to let it be and keep working on her quiz. Doing that allowed her to get through the greater majority of it with no significant issue, though there may have been one or two questions that weren't exactly perfect.

The music that started to filter into the arena in the next section was awful, and Serafina instinctually cringed. Who thought this was a good idea? She knew it was meant to distract, but it was grating. Still, she needed to make her ghosts proud. Trying to shut out the noise, Serafina looked down at her quiz and got to work. The phrasing that the Christmastown professors used was a little ... odd ... but she was a fairly good guesser, she thought, if just by coincidence, and she was fairly sure she got at least half of it right, which was better than nothing.

The next section caught her by surprise when she saw tiny tubes, measuring equipment, and a tiny bunsen burner literally rise over the desk. Considering they had already gone over grammar, mathematics, and geography, science made sense as the next section. She wasn't a reaper, though, so this was not exactly her strong point. Not that any of this was her strong point, necessarily... She soon learned that for sure when a mixture went wrong and instead of what she wanted, she ended up with a lot of peppermint stuff all over her desk. How embarrassing! Serafina fretted over it for a moment, but decided to push the peppermint fluff off the floor--maybe all those foxfire would appreciate it--and get to work on the other experiments. Thankfully, those ones did not go disastrously wrong as well.

One last section, Serafina noted with relief, as she turned to the last portion. FEAR and magic was not a surprising topic either, though it was odd to be asked to write about it and some of these questions were surprisingly complex considering who the tests were written by. Unfortunately, Serafina was fairly sure she had gotten some of those wrong. Hopefully it didn't hurt the Ghosts too badly...

As soon as Serafina was allowed to leave, she thanked the elves for the participation medal and the sugar cookie, scurrying away to the stands.