Arthur stood next to her.

He pulled a stiff sheet of parchment paper from his worn leather briefcase.

“They just posted the revised schedule in the lobby,” Arthur said.

The heavy wooden doors of the testing room shut with a loud click.

The first academic round officially began.

Claire followed Arthur into the quiet hallway outside.

Her rubber soles caught slightly on the polished marble.

The silence outside the room felt heavier than the noise inside.