A sunny June morning. A muttered prayer. A spot of last minute cramming. A desperate look in the eyes. A desperate need to do well. A newly sharpened quill. A newly filled inkpot. A hurried search for another quill, just in case. A deathly silence in the Great Hall. A definite air of nervousness. A bell rings. A wizened wizard walks in. A pile of parchments in his hand. A quick allotting of seats. A quicker distribution of question papers. A frenzied scratching of quills. A crazed rustle of parchments. A relieved scraping back of chairs. A collective sigh as the test is Summoned by the wizard. A mad rush towards the doors. A feeling of elation now. A feeling of separation earlier. Another O.W. L. test comes to an end.