Zaria walked up on stage, or rather, she was pushed by an administrator and stood behind the podium. She tapped the mic and it shrieked. Some students other cringed and scowled. Rolling her eyes, she spoke. "Zaria Cain. Written 22. Practical 97. I use shield and propulsion magic." She turned from the mic and was "escorted" back to her seat. One could only imagine what she'd gotten herself into and it's not even the first day.