Shehk may have preferred to do something more..physical, based on the meters, but...it almost looked as though most of the other students were preferring that line of work as well, leaving very few to cover things like the written exam. Yes, she was frustrated by her own lack of physical exertion, but still she settled in to one of the supplied desks to write anyways.

Decebal had taught her to write well (why hadn't he been responding to her letters since she'd gotten back from the haunted house?), so she would put that skill to use, if only to make the vampire proud... wherever it was he had vanished to. It was funny how sitting down to do something she’d done so often made her mind open up to familiar thoughts of people. Decebal, Marianne…Nuk… Her heart throbbed a bit at that empty void that was left there as she picked up the pencil and started to look over her exam.

Immediately she knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy task. The first question made her make a face.

‘What role did Dr. Finklestein play in the history of created Denizens of Halloween?’

The look on her face was probably hilarious as she stared at the name of the individual in question. Oh jack, she knew that name. Finklestein, Finklestein…s**t, she’d heard it relatively recently too. It felt like she’d heard that name a lot actually. She tapped her pencil on the paper thoughtfully before she finally wrote down a very vague answer;

‘He created multiple Undeads of historical importance, setting a standard for future creations.’ She answered, bullshitting her way through that question. She’d remember later that the historically important figure that Finklestein made wasn’t an Undead, but a Patchwork doll of importance. Sally. s**t. But that wouldn’t be until about 20 seconds after she handed her exam in, then facepalmed at her stupidity.

Still, she’d given a vague enough answer to hopefully get some sort of reasonable score out of..so then it was on to the next one. Again, she paused to make a face at the question she was posed. It was one of those..long..answer questions. A long answer question about the origin of the pumpkin patch and the role it played in the historical ‘Nightmare before Christmas’ film symbolically.

The exam was asking her about symbolic baby-making stuff.

Again, she looked horrified. Still, she went on to answer the question in about four sentences and trying to not cringe entirely while she did so. Because if she had enough energy to cringe, she had enough energy to write a feasible answer to this stupid question. So there!

She wrote something about it representing the oncoming birth of obsession and passion or something like that. She had to hope it wasn’t something else, because..well..she didn’t want to think too much into it. Pumpkins were strange to think about in both of their contexts. So..confusing.

Didn’t humans eat Pumpkin? Those baby eaters.

Well poo on them, she had one more question to go on this exam, and… hey! HEY WAIT. SHE KNEW THIS ONE. OH HER ******** JACK, SHE KNEW THIS ONE. She practically bounced in her seat when she read the question, pencil immediately going to paper as she started to write out her answer with fervor.

‘Historial Figures Lock, Shock, and Barrel were known for what?’

Oh, she knew this question, and it was so exciting! She wrote quite a bit for her answer, actually, but the gleaning of her huge block of text she’d written out gave the answer of; Establishing the order of the Trick or Treaters and the tasks they would later perform. There was also a long list of tasks that the tree in question had actually done, but still. She knew about Trick or Treaters! (Would that be her fate, now that being a Boogieman was an all but dead dream to the Pricolici?)

Never the less, with her exam finished, she took an extra 10 minutes to look over her answers, making sure she hadn’t suddenly had any…last thoughts that would improve her scores on the other questions. She didn’t, but she still took the time to embellish her answers so that she could…. Well… at least make it look like she’d put a lot of effort into all of this writing.

It wasn’t half as interesting as writing her letters to Decebal though. The returning thoughts of her people came back and it took all excitement out of the Pricolici. Yes.. they were the reason why she had to save the school in whatever way she could, right?

Because if Amityville died, she would never be able to find Nukpana and then she’d be left with that ache in her chest for…well..however long it stayed there. However, all she could do was just..frown even as she got up to go and turn the exam in.