Nia was nervous, very nervous. She knew she had revised all the work, but something about this Professor's teaching methods made her uneasy about how the final might work. She was relieved to see at least part of the exam was written, hopefully she would do well there, even if she froze through fear from the rest of it. How ironic, when they'd been learning about fear.

Stroking her quill against her chin thoughtfully, Nia read the paper through before beginning to write her answers.