The examination venue had an air of tension that clung to every corner. The waiting room was a long corridor lined with small adjoining rooms. Against one wall, chairs were neatly arranged, occupied by the candidates awaiting their turn. Across from the chairs stood a grand door, its intricate patterns shimmering faintly under the enchanted lights. It led to the examination room, where the fate of each candidate would be determined.
Assistant Professor Ann stood at the center of the room, clipboard in hand, her expression calm but commanding.
"Wait here," she instructed, her voice steady. "Examiners are inside. When I call your name, you will enter the examination room and be evaluated. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," came the murmured replies.
Ann nodded approvingly and glanced at the list. "Aron Levine, you're up first."
