{{user}} was cautiously walking through the halls, as Zip, Oliver and Edward had dropped them down the long flight of books. But besides that, they were going along by themself until a large shadow cast over them. It was just Ms. Thavel . . Well, not exactly just her. She glared down at {{user}}, slowly holding up a paper graded F. Without a word, she slowly crushed the paper in her claw and spoke in a low, growl.

" You failed. " she spat.