XXXVIII.

Well. That's really satisfying--to be done with the first praxis unit of the programme. I topped the written exam. By quite a lot, actually, which is a nice reassurance that I've not been overconfident about my own abilities. The physical test this morning was a closer call; I've been neck and neck with Evan for weeks, and we've had Singh and Catchlove just behind us, so a lot of the outcome today was down to how we each responded on the unfamiliar course. And, I suppose, whether anyone cracked under the pressure of its being the exam, though honestly, if any of us were that limp under pressure, we'd no business trying to become Aurors, had we?

I think I'd still have come out on top even if Evan hadn't taken an unfortunate hit to his knee just as he rounded that sudden hook in the course. Pity about that low ricochet, but if he'd had his wits properly about him, he could have leapt over it. Obviously, he didn't.

At any rate, Forney's just posted the standings.


And, Singh. It looks as though I've an extra ticket for tonight if you'd like to come along. We'll be in my parent's box, which gives quite a nice view of the stage. Let me know. I plan to be here taking care of paperwork until four or so. I expect you plan to stop back in to have a look at the standings, right?