The Art of Organised Cheating Part 1

You clear your throat and get Colgate’s attention. As you’re writing, you shroud the chalk with your magic and shake it. Colgate understands and marks the according answer.

You leave the chalk alone, but then it flies into the air somehow. Magical butterfingers, perhaps. The chalk hits the guard in the head.

He sighs, and takes you by the hoof.

“You’re disqualified.” He says flatly. Then he shreds your test.

You stare mutely at your shredded test, not knowing what’s going on.

“You fail.” The guard says.

“W-wha?”

You’re escorted towards the street.

And, as a defense mechanism of your species, you die.

DEATH BY FAILURE

WHY IS TWILIGHT’S KIND SO WEAK?!