C.S.A.E. Office
Strangely enough, the three of them were given wide ample room inside the lift. This was possibly due to Reginald's icy glare, which spoke of an instant, painful death should any of the employees of the Ministry of Magic decide to foolish be in close proximity. The wizards and witches in the elevator pointedly kept their eyes away from them as the various buttons on the panel are pushed. The grilles slid shut with a crash and the lift ascended slowly, chains rattling all the while, while the same cool female voice from the telephone box rang out again.
"Level seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club, and Ludicrous Patents Office."
The lift doors opened to reveal a rather untidy-looking corridor with various posters of Quidditch teams in a pile as office members were running around like their heads were cut off. But it made sense given that the World Quidditch Cup was nearly upon them. In fact, there was a small fire burning in the hallway that no one seemed to have yet noticed. It vividly reminded Rowan of some sort of future apocalyptic setting. A haggard witch in the lift let out a fearful shriek at the sight of the burning blaze and rushed out as the doors closed shut and the lift juddered upward again.
They stopped at several floors as several paper airplanes swooped inside the lift. The paper airplanes idly flapped above their heads before getting off at their correct floors. They were the last ones to get off as they got off on the first floor and did as they were told.
Severus blankly stares at the windows that show sunlight streaming through despite their being underground. "Er," Severus starts to say, before Reginald replies, "The windows are enchanted by the Magical Maintenance department every day."
Severus nods and turns towards Rowan, who still had her perpetual look of disinterest on her face. Muttering under his breath, Severus says, "Sheesh, at least act a little bit surprised." And either Rowan hadn't heard him, or she simply didn't care to answer.
Reginald stopped before the door that read, "C.S.A.E., the Comprehension Student Apprenticeship Exam Office." Reginald moved to open the door to find a very old witch by wizarding standards by the door, (who had presided over Reginald's own N.E.W.T exams during his time at Hogwarts).
The old witch's eyes were still bright as she said, "Prince, I remember your Charm and DADA scores. Top marks, they were."
Reginald flushes in discomfort as Madam Professor Griselda Marchbanks, (also an elder of the Wizengamot), says, "But you did absolutely terrible on your Divination and Transfiguration exams." Both Rowan and Severus turned to eye their grandfather as Reginald, who is rather flustered by Madam Marchbank's works quickly glanced away.
As if satisfied at causing a former student examinee to blush in embarrassment, Madam Marchbanks turns to stare at the two young examinees. Severus warily stares back as Rowan maintains her usual cool demeanor. Slowly nodding, she finally understood the abrupt rush for the apprenticeship and why the Minister of Magic had personally approved the sudden testing. Only fourteen and the two Prince grandchildren were showing the initial crackles of power. They were a potential danger to themselves and others if their power was not properly channeled.
"You are no longer needed, Reginald Prince," Madam Marchbanks dismissed the younger wizard in her eyes, who still was far too young in her opinion. (Then again, Madam Marchbanks had even been the exam instructor for Headmaster Albus Dumbledore back in the 1890s). "Run along, you cannot accompany them any further than this."
Reginald glares at the old witch, but despite his towering height, he was the one who felt rather young and small before her. Rather reluctantly, he turns to the twins and says, "I'll be back as soon as you're both finished." Too embarrassed to give them a hug, he ruffles their hair, before he irritably strides away.
Madam Marchbanks lets out a sound of satisfaction hiding a cheeky grin. "That boy always thinks he's so clever. He needs to be brought down a notch or two, every now and then." Severus choked, while Rowan smirks at the remark.
Despite her being much shorter than Rowan and Severus, Madam Marchbanks seemed rather imposing. Madam Marchbanks motions for them to enter the small office, where a single middle-aged clerk with cropped hair sat behind one of the desks, while the other desk held the head of the office, an elderly wizard carefully reviewing the few applications they had. The office was rather simply decorated with only a plant and some plain decorative furnishings hung inside the tiny office.
Sitting in chairs against the wall are three older figures, a witch, and two wizards. "This is Master Linnaeus," Madam Marchbanks pointed to a solemn wizard. "Master Linnaeus will be administrating the Potions and Herbology portions of the exam."
Pointing to the next seated occupant, a curly silver-haired witch, Madam Marchbanks says, "This is Madam Berk, and she will be administrating the Astronomy, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Divination portion of the exam."
Pointing to a rather tanned man with a scholarly air, she says, "Master Strauss, will be administrating the Care of Magical Creatures exam portion and that of the History of Magic written exam."
"I myself will be administrating the exam portion for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration," Madam Marchbanks firmly declared. "Are there any questions up to this moment?"
"Excellent," Madam Marchbanks said at seeing that neither of them had raised their hands. "The written portion of the exams will solely consist of questions rather than any essay questions. This is a comprehensive exam to see what knowledge has been acquired and what is lacking. As for the practical exams, they will all be administrated by the assigned proctor with one of us serving as a witness to be certain there has been no tampering nor cheating during any of the exams."
Madam Marchbanks had paused in emphasis of her last statement, before adding, "The entire exam process should take no more than a week. I trust the both of you have been duly informed?"
Rowan and Severus both nod as Madam Marchbanks says, "Now if we may take a closer look at your bags?" Madam Marchbanks casts a spell, but nothing happens showing that there is no contraband nor anything that was forbidden on the list of instructions.
"Good, now if you would hand over your wands to Madam Berk to be checked," Madam Marchbanks instructed. "Then we can be on our way to the first written exam."
Severus hands his wand over first to Madam Berk, the curly silver-haired witch checks the wand in her hand. Peering at the wand, she finally says, "Blackthorn with a silver dragon's heartstring. 13 1/2 inches. Firm, but flexible."
Satisfied she hands the wand back as Rowan hands her wand over. Madam Berk's eyes narrow into points as she slowly says, "Elder with a Thestral core. 13 Inches. Powerful."
The adults are rather stunned as Master Linnaeus mutters the wand lore phrase known to all wizarding children, "Wand of elder, never prosper."
Madam Marchbanks flashes Master Linnaeus a warning glance as Madam Berk quickly hands the wand back as if she'd been scalded. There had been an unnatural presence to that wand. As though there was a snake coiling around in her hand ready to strike back.
"Now that has been taken care of, we shall start with the first of the written exams followed by the astronomy exam to be held later at midnight," Madam Marchbanks said, before leading them out of the office and down the corridor. A nearby room had been specially prepared for those applying for the C.S.A.E examination.
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EsliEsma
EsliEsma As I wrote this chapter, I had the sudden realization that the Magical Maintenance holds a great deal of control and power over the Ministry of Magic. Example: Voldemort's forces were successful, cough, and I am pretty sure that all it took was one successful bribe to any of these fellows and suddenly the keys to the kingdom were his. Was it any wonder that the Ministry of Magic fell as easily as it did in HP?
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