The young woman's face turned as pink as her hair, whether or not it was anger or embarrassment, she had an angry look about her as she pointed into the face of the person standing before her, "You~! And how well did you do?!" Just because some written work told her she wasn't too great with alchemy, that didn't mean she couldn't do actual work with her hands. Heck, Fern worked with her father and brothers since she was five, she could do needle work better than anybody in this hall!

As the pinkette fumed, with her finger practically chest-poking at this point, the brunette Jane walked on over to one of the peoples she recognized as supervisor to her examination. Smiling, she inquired about the possibility of getting to get her paper back to bring home...and seemed to accept that she couldn't keep it, though it seemed that she could have it back at this moment so long as she returned it.

If one would have leaned over to peek, at a glance they could have seen a whole lot of drawn circles on Jane’s paper…but that’s not exactly incorrect. The page was absolutely saturated in in multiple different alchemic circles of both practical and theoretical natures, linked to one another by their specific designs and symbols…and written in pencil, in the spaces unoccupied by the ink drawn/written circles, were the word ‘magic’.

Moor seemed close enough to pick up on the girl asking for her paper earlier, and quickly asked for his own examination back, taking out his old textbook to write notes into the margarines…as well as cross out a personal note or two. Sometimes understanding of the use and formula were wrong, and it only served well to take note and correct it while the mistake it still fresh in mind, for future reference. Looking over, he noticed that the blonde teen was taking some form of abuse from the pink haired lady…but was too timid to say anything.