As the woman named Katrina places an orange plastic unicorn on his uncomfortable desk, Dean gives the thing a long glare before his eyes take turn looking at the Magical Transportation people. He smirks. First, the stars. Now, unicorns? Are these people serious?

"Thank you. I'm sure my sister would love this!" he says sarcastically while poking the toy with his eyes are fixed on Recard.

Well she was polite and friendly, if a tad nervous around them all, but...

A Unicorn.

Really? Did Recard not get the memo? He wasn't holding this class with the seventeen year-olds at Hogwarts now. Gabe was beginning to think this lesson couldn't get any more childish. Turned out he was wrong.

Raising his eyebrows when the woman placed it on his desk, he looked from it to her and back again. A green Unicorn. "How lovely," he said, in a rather flat tone of voice. If this had been a Muggle lesson of some kind, he was sure someone would be jumping out at them at the end and saying they'd been pranked. Or whatever word they used. Unfortunately there was nothing funny about this situation.

Prodding the Unicorn to the side of his desk with his finger, Gabe folded his arms and looked at the next person that was going to address them. She'd be talking splinching, eh? Could Recard be the one to demonstrate how it was done, PLEASE?

Armen listened to each of the employees answers about the three D's and walked through the rows of desks looking around the room as he did so. He was hoping to catch one of them passing notes and incenerate it or someone sticking chewing gum under one of the desks and he could smack their hands...but none of those schinangins were going on.

Now the unicorns were being distributed. Armen nodded and winked at Katrina, who seemed nervous to be doing all of that, as she gave each person one. They might be suprised to learn that Katrina had actually came up with those after bing prompted to find prizes for them.

Now it was Kahterine's turn to speak. Splinching, Armen's favorite part of the job--no that was just what he told people as a joke but there were a few people in here he wouldn't mind seeing losing a few fingers or a limb.

Katherine had barely been paying attention, since the lesson wasn't for HER after all. She did hear Armen call upon Katrina to introduce them to the three D's...

Which she may have zoned again had it not been for Katrina handing them out TOY Unicorns when they got a question right. Huh. That seemed so LAME compared to what she had brought...

Splinching? Oh. She was up now.

Feeling slightly self-conscious being in the room right now, she nodded politely to Katrina before making her way to the podium. "Thank you, Miss Rayne." She said quickly before addressing the 'class'. "So you learned about the Three D's, but as Miss Rayne said, I'll be speaking to you about splinching. What does it mean to splinch yourself?"

Emily rolled her eyes as the next one stepped up to baby them through the test. Seriously, did they honestly think they didn't know the answers to these questions?

Aggitated, but still compliant, Emily answered the question in a level tone.
"Splinching is the physical separation which occurs between the origin and the destination. So for example arriving at your destination only to find that your arm is no longer attatched to your body... is a form of splinching." And it was likely going to happen to the next person who attempted to give her a purple unicorn or something of the likes.

Thats her two knuts... now to continue plotting Squid's untimely demise. She smirked as the Department Head circled the room.

Van had a very very graphic daydream about turning one of those bloody unicorns into a portkey, tossing it at Recard with a 'here catch!' and watching in satisfaction as the man disappeared, knowing that he was safely tucked away in one of the holding cells on level two. The one that currently had a crocodile by the name of Alfred being kept there temporarily as a favour to a friend.

the other unicorn, the grey one, had quite a nice, stabby looking horn. That one joined the fantasy too.

Still, he was paying attention, and managed to remain entirely silent, despite the desire to explode and carry out one of the threats he recently used on a YATI trainee on Mr. Recard here. The one where the walls needed repainting.

He wasn't about to smart mouth the women either, despite the idiotic questions.

So they LEARNED about the three D's? Seriously? THAT was their idea of 'teaching'?

That was proof that this was a farce and Bole subtly straightened in his seat, eyes fixed on this woman asking about splinching.

He did not answer.

He just radiated dislike in Armen Recard's direction.

Dean snorts upon hearing the question. Will he get another unicorn for answering this? Or a toy squid he could hex? He heard that some MLE staffs labelled Recard as a squid. Nevertheless, Dean knows he should play along with these Magical Transportation people in order to get his licence back.

"It's when you leave random part of your clothes or even body at the location where you disapperated," he answers without looking at them. In fact, he keeps playing and nudging the toy unicorn he received earlier.

Splinching. It was a shame they couldn't force Recard into apparating when he wasn't ready, thereby, most likely, getting HIM splinched. But, ohh well, the sooner they answered, the sooner this charade would be over with. Right? Probably not.

Without unfolding his arms - which he was using as a non threatening way of letting them know he didn't want to be there - Gabriel fixed his gaze on the woman who had asked the question. Now she was talking to them like they were children. Was being patronising a mandatory thing to be able to join the Transportation department?

"To be splinched is to leave part of yourself behind, in your original location, when you apparate. It can be something as simple as a lost fingernail, or worse - a limb. As I mentioned before." If the woman had been listening to them before. Gabe somehow doubted it, given how she didn't appear to realise at first that it was her turn to speak.

Shooting a quick glance at his boss, he noted the lack of response from him, and smiled inwardly. Recard would have a field day if Van did anything wrong. If ANY of them did. So for now he had to make do with fantasising that the man had apparated and left his head behind.

Splinching. Yeah.

"Splinching is a state where part/s of your anatomy is left behind in the plce where you disapparated. Like, if you're apparating from here to the Forest of Dean, for example, and you splinch yourself, you could left an eyebrow, an arm or a leg." She paused for breath, then continued. "It's mostly caused by lack of determination and deliberation," she added. "And it hurts."

Adjusting her seat on those uncomfortable little tables and edged from the blue unicorn that freaks her out so much, she swept her eyes across the room, hoping that the practical session will start sooner. Splinching isn't a nice topic to discuss, especially when there is someone who had splinched before; it just reminded her of the memories of splinching.

"It's a separation of one part of yourself from the whole, if you encounter problems while apparating." The words slipped out without much thought or foresight and his tone was laced with agitation. Even though they were supposed to play nice, it was a difficult practice with the atmosphere of the 'classroom', if it could even be called that.

Scrubbing his hand across the back of his neck, he gave the new woman a flat look, tilting his head a little bit. "And it's exactly what happened when we stepped into this room." And what he, and probably a few others amongst the 'students', wouldn't mind seeing happen to their instructors.

Damien had NOT been asleep with his eyes open. In fact, he felt like ripping things to pieces... PEOPLE. He wanted to rip people apart with his bare hands. It took everything in him not to pop off his mouth at the stupidity being thrown at them.

...

WHY was Sabel still yapping so indignantly? The man shot the YATI a LOOK that clearly said he should stop. NOW. There was a time and place for smart mouthing and this was not it. The WOMEN were not to blame for Recard's idiocy. They should be respected.

He didn't bother answering of even pretending to be at ease with the situation. Not one little bit at all. FEH.

The girl was young, Katherine knew, which clearly evident by her compliance with the whole ordeal. She felt bad. "Yes. Between origin and destination. Lovely choice of words." Walking over, she set two packages of Smarties on the girl's desk. Armen had said to make sure she had stuff and what better prize than candy? Except these weren't children, like he said they would be.

Had she known some of them were .... older.... she might have gotten licorice or something.

Noting the silent disposition of the Law Enforcement Head, Kat frowned. Mysterious one this one was. Which was only fitting of the 'Mystery Flavor' Airhead candy she placed on this one's desk, giving him a slightly apologetic look as she moved on.

"Usually not clothes get splinched, but it happens. Nice mention there," Kat commented, placing one package of Smarties on this one's desk.

Was this one trying to being smart with her? Huh. If he had been, she didn't notice. "Yes, very good." She said, setting one package of Smarties on his desk.

Aw. Had this one splinched herself before? "I'd say it hurts more when you're getting fixed from splinching, rather than the actual splinching itself." Not that she knew from personal experience, since she'd never splinched herself. But others she knew had. "Good job." Kat noted, setting a Smarties package on her desk.

This guy - another young one like the first girl - seemed to cooperate at first, but then what was up with that SMART ALECK response he added at the end?

Frowning slightly in curiosity more than anything, she inhaled deeply. "You got splinched when you stepped inside this room?" Between what exactly? Those who would cooperate and those who we're stubborn or defiant?

Oh right. She almost forgot. Reaching into her bag again, she pulled out another Smarties package and set in on his desk, half tempted to give him an airhead too for that smart aleck response. But she resisted.

Speaking of stubborn and defiance. What was with THIS one too and not answering? Did he think he was like his Department Head and didn't HAVE to answer?! Let the others - younger ones - do the work? Was that how it worked down on level two?

Without a word, as she'd done earlier, she set a BLUE because it was a COOL COLOR! airhead candy on his desk before returning to the front.

"Right, as some of you said, Splinching is when you've been physically split between origin and destination. Which may be caused by lack of concentration your three D's." Katherine paused, praying silently they weren't going to hex her for this ... review. "With that said, Mister Recard will go over some procedures for how to go about scheduling for your practical exams. And if you want to arrange practice time, before your actual test..."

Time for her to take a seat again. Let Armen feel the annoyance in their eyes.

As a matter fact... Damien did NOT have to answer them or do a damn thing any of them said. As far as he was concerned anyway. It was better to keep quiet rather than to speak and tell them all what he thought of them and this charade.

He eyed the candy that the woman set on his desk. Uncrossing his arms he lifted on hand and then flicked the candy right off into the floor. That's what he thought of that. Hmph.

If Sabel hadn't caught Damien's silent warning, he probably would have given Katherine another snippy response. But Damien's look said it clear; enough was enough.

So, in an effort to keep his mouth shut and his hands from either picking up the smarties in disdain or facepalming at the whole situation, he crossed his arms and sat back in his chair. He managed a small shake of his head to, hopefully, dismiss the woman's curiosity about his statement, and fixed his eyes to a spot on the wall.

The smarties didn't exist. The unicorn didn't exist. Frustratingly enough, it was harder to imagine Recard out of existence.

Emily eyed the candy the woman placed on her desk. Smarties. Was that supposed to be a subtle dig at them? Really?... seriously?!

Though the chocolatey goodness was calling out to her. Emily mildly approved, the only question that remained was, had they been tampered with? She didn't know the women, so it would unfare of her to judge them, but she did know Squid... and though he was spineless, she still didn't trust the chocolate enough to eat it.

Again she took the two packages of smarties and placed the on the table behind her along with that BLASTED unicorn!

Whoever chose to sit behind her was in for a treat apparently.

Glaring at Squid she waited for him to step up and stop wasting their time.

Evander was silent as the grave. The unicorns sat untouched and currently ignored along with the muggle candy. He was oh so politely listening to the women, but he did turn and survey Sabel with a calculating look until Damien took the boy in hand. At least Emily had the smarts to stay quiet. One of those lovely Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw differences he supposed.

He went back to silently taking stock of Armen, watching closely like a a wolf contemplating its prey.

Armen walked swiftly back to the front of the room as Katherine began to wrap up her part of the lesson. She had done well, both of his employee assisting had done brilliantly; a precursor to their upcoming lessons at Hogwarts. When he reached the spot she was he turned and spoke to the room.

"Thank you Katherine. Alright so just look for my owl or a memo with details on your individual testing time." And yep that was all.

"Class dismissed." Get out. Adios.

Oh he had almost forgotten! "Wait, before you go please feel free to stop buy and grab some food from Mr. 's buffet table set up out in the Waiting area just by the lifts. Have a nice day." And don't choke on the food.

Emily was not amused. Rising from her seat she exchanged a look with Izzy. Your boyfriends a prat. Honestly how could she stand to be around such an arrogant and idiotic person, she could easily do better.

Either way, as she made her way to the door, Emily gave the ladies a small nod of the head, and a glare especially for Squid. "Thank you," for this momentously epic waste of time you moronic people! she finished in her head. Humph.

No, she was not going to touch their food, over her dead body!

And with that she stalked out, heading directly to Level Two. Her BLASTED! purple unicorn and FRIGGIN candy, abandoned on the desk behind hers.

Dean rises from the uncomfortable temporary seat of his. Finally! He makes his way to the door, leaving the toy unicorn behind. But he doesn't leave the Smarties that Katherine gave him. Dean smiles forcefully at the two ladies before he shoots a glare at Recard. What a git! There's no reason for him to waste time here any longer.

Sapphira took the unicorn by the ear, trying not to touch it even further. She rised from her uncomfortable seat, stretching along the way.

"Thank you for the lesson," she said in a pathetic monotony. The lesson which should be taught to sixth years.

She left the room with the thought of the fact that they MIGHT poison the food they serve.

Individual testing time?

One of Sabel's eyebrows quirked as he leaned back in his seat a little bit more. Was that for legitimate reasons or so Recard could have fun attempting to pull each of them apart individually. A quick glance around the room showed him one thing; he had gotten under their skin. Recard the Scarab beetle.

Every political uprising needed one.

With a sigh, Sabel put his hands on his desk and pushed himself to his feet. The unicorn and Skittles he tucked into his pocket, not because he wanted to keep them for the reasons they were given. Maybe, just maybe he would find a way to pay Recard the favor back. He paused to give the ladies a tip of his head and a faint nod at Recard, though it was no where near one out of respect. His eyes remained locked on the man for a long moment before he followed Emily out of the room.

This couldn't have been more painful for Blaise to endure. He had been one of the last ones in the room in the beginning, and going over everything that they had done was just ridiculous. Unicorns, name tags, sparkles... This was not a class full of four year olds who were easily amused by such stupid things.

He chose to not answer anything, and be the quietest one in the room, which was quite a feat for Blaise since he was so irritable lately.

Straining a smile, he looked at the women who helped Recard lead the lesson. "Thank you," he said politely to them. To Recard, however, a sullen stare was all that man needed.

Power hungry maniac.