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Muggle versus Level Two W.O.M.B.A.T: Dawn of Determination
Thu Jun 14, 2012 9:53 am
Once again, Marty found himself taking the subway to a now familiar stop and continuing on the short walk to the offices of the Ministry of Magic for the Level Two W.O.M.B.A.T. testing. He entered, showed both identification and his letter with the assigned date and time to the receptionist. Once signed in and with the visitor tag clipped to his color, Marty went to the bank of elevators, taking the correct one to Floor 12 1/2 where he proceeded to make his way along the hall until he came to the tank of swimming quills. Two steps from there was Room 33^2.
Marty recognized the gentleman at the desk and nodded in greeting as well paying the standard rate of 5 Galleons to cover all materials and then taking his seat at the desk the gentleman indicated to await further instructions.
Marty recognized the gentleman at the desk and nodded in greeting as well paying the standard rate of 5 Galleons to cover all materials and then taking his seat at the desk the gentleman indicated to await further instructions.
- Yrjö 'Nigel' Hämäläinen
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Re: Muggle versus Level Two W.O.M.B.A.T: Dawn of Determination
Sat Jun 16, 2012 4:32 pm
Today had not been a ideal day to Yrjö Hämäläinen, his briefcase had broken a latch mid transit causing quite a fuss when he arrived disheveled with half his test papers missing and the rest creased to such a extent that it had been quite a bother to sort and flatten the pages back into their correct shape. Yrjö was a patient man which in the Department of Magical Education made him something of a doormat for whatever jobs could not be passed on to one of the countless interns or work experience students who where idealistic enough to think that they could make a difference from within. Few had beaten the power of the Ministry bureaucracy and even former Madam Undersecretary Professor Dolores Umbridge would have been easily buried by the amount of paperwork generated by each Educational Decree. With or without the pile of work in his inbox Yrjö was almost looking forward to his semi-regular appointment to supervise the day's examinations, his eyes drawn to the fishing pole tucked behind the door so that any superiors would not notice it. Not that such visits where ever common, once a year was about the usual unless there was a change of management. Yrjö tended to be immune to the politics and shuffle within the department which was useful as the time otherwise spent reading the latest procedural to improve efficacy within the department was put to far better use in repairing his aging briefcase, giving it a spit polish for good measure and finding replacement documents for those that had been lost by his morning catastrophe.
There was three appointments in his scheduled today, one cancellation and one that Yrjö had written in his calendar in red, circled, starred, underlined and as yet been unable to get a time organized. It was a bothersome matter Yrjö had been told would be sorted out and yet Yrjö would not trust the words of anyone until he had seen to it himself. However was not going to be today and so running late with only two minutes to spare Yrjö slipped his fishing rod into his briefcase and made for the Floo to take him to the American Ministry of Magic, Yrjö had a later appointment in Canada and he had heard very good things about the salmon and decided that he'd see about doing a spot of fishing after the day's duties. Instead it was fish of a different kind as Yrjö made his way down the corridor past the tank of quills and unlocked Room 33^2 before climbing the ladder two steps to climb into the room. Why they had decided to put the door half way up the wall was anyone's guess but inside Yrjö nodded at another of the interchangeable arrangements of desk and chairs that greeted him from almost every bit of the world where walls where solid and chairs came with four legs.
Unsnapping his briefcase with a certain satisfaction to hear each latch click perfectly Yrjö worked with a quiet efficiency as he sent quills, paper and inkwells to float over to each desk, it was often full house with entry exams overflown from the major Wizarding Universities but at this hour the list was short and to Yrjö it didn't matter if there was one or one hundred to oversee as long as they where quiet and followed the instructions in a orderly fashion. With the door opened to the public Yrjö took his seat and nodded to each Witch or Wizard as they arrived reminding them of the rules and regulations. "Good morning Mr Harper, Wizards' Ordinary Magic and Basic Aptitude Test Level Two today is it?" Yrjö asked in his usual exact manner ignoring the fact that if the exam was held any earlier it might well have been at night. Collecting the galleons he placed them in the box and handed the man the rolled parchment of exam questions and quill. "You may take your seat". There was not too much time to waste and while his day had not started well the other two undergoing examinations arrived promptly and Yrjö was pleased to not be held up by any last minute changes.
"Good morning my name is Yrjö Hämäläinen and I will be your examiner for today. Please remember that any use of auto-answer quills, rememberalls, detachable cribbing cuffs, self correcting ink and.. " the usual expression.. "mobile.. telephones.. are all banned and will result in a immediate failure. Those undergoing remedial Ordinary Wizarding Level's or Level Two Wizards' Ordinary Magic and Basic Aptitude Test Level your reading time will end at the first hoot, all others may begin writing immediately" Yrjö was glad that today was a rather straight forward matter, school visits where usually a more messy event of Headmasters trying to prove their school as the best, teachers and parents trying to charm or bribe examiners to give positive grades and all manner of other hijinks. Yrjö sailed though it all with his usual manner of efficiency, to him it didn't matter how good one was if they did not show their full working out then they would be graded down no matter what.
There was three appointments in his scheduled today, one cancellation and one that Yrjö had written in his calendar in red, circled, starred, underlined and as yet been unable to get a time organized. It was a bothersome matter Yrjö had been told would be sorted out and yet Yrjö would not trust the words of anyone until he had seen to it himself. However was not going to be today and so running late with only two minutes to spare Yrjö slipped his fishing rod into his briefcase and made for the Floo to take him to the American Ministry of Magic, Yrjö had a later appointment in Canada and he had heard very good things about the salmon and decided that he'd see about doing a spot of fishing after the day's duties. Instead it was fish of a different kind as Yrjö made his way down the corridor past the tank of quills and unlocked Room 33^2 before climbing the ladder two steps to climb into the room. Why they had decided to put the door half way up the wall was anyone's guess but inside Yrjö nodded at another of the interchangeable arrangements of desk and chairs that greeted him from almost every bit of the world where walls where solid and chairs came with four legs.
Unsnapping his briefcase with a certain satisfaction to hear each latch click perfectly Yrjö worked with a quiet efficiency as he sent quills, paper and inkwells to float over to each desk, it was often full house with entry exams overflown from the major Wizarding Universities but at this hour the list was short and to Yrjö it didn't matter if there was one or one hundred to oversee as long as they where quiet and followed the instructions in a orderly fashion. With the door opened to the public Yrjö took his seat and nodded to each Witch or Wizard as they arrived reminding them of the rules and regulations. "Good morning Mr Harper, Wizards' Ordinary Magic and Basic Aptitude Test Level Two today is it?" Yrjö asked in his usual exact manner ignoring the fact that if the exam was held any earlier it might well have been at night. Collecting the galleons he placed them in the box and handed the man the rolled parchment of exam questions and quill. "You may take your seat". There was not too much time to waste and while his day had not started well the other two undergoing examinations arrived promptly and Yrjö was pleased to not be held up by any last minute changes.
"Good morning my name is Yrjö Hämäläinen and I will be your examiner for today. Please remember that any use of auto-answer quills, rememberalls, detachable cribbing cuffs, self correcting ink and.. " the usual expression.. "mobile.. telephones.. are all banned and will result in a immediate failure. Those undergoing remedial Ordinary Wizarding Level's or Level Two Wizards' Ordinary Magic and Basic Aptitude Test Level your reading time will end at the first hoot, all others may begin writing immediately" Yrjö was glad that today was a rather straight forward matter, school visits where usually a more messy event of Headmasters trying to prove their school as the best, teachers and parents trying to charm or bribe examiners to give positive grades and all manner of other hijinks. Yrjö sailed though it all with his usual manner of efficiency, to him it didn't matter how good one was if they did not show their full working out then they would be graded down no matter what.
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Re: Muggle versus Level Two W.O.M.B.A.T: Dawn of Determination
Sat Jun 16, 2012 6:54 pm
"Good morning. Yes, sir," Marty replied to the examiner as he took the test and the quill and found a seat in front. He listened intently, having turned off the mobile before ever entering the ministry and tucking it away in a pocket. The instructions were now familiar to him and he felt less tense then he had the first time around, now having some idea what to expect. Once the instructions were given and reading time begun, Marty read, unhappily. He had learned from the last time that reading time was a British thing but was not used to it as it was not found often in the United States. Finally however, the second hoot sounded and he began writing his answers quickly and efficiently, getting through Part I in decent time.
- Yrjö 'Nigel' Hämäläinen
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:+ : Department of Magical Education
Posts : 25
Age : 79
Current Location : Working
Job : Department of Magical Education Careers and Higher Education 'Odd Job Man'
Face Claim : Bill Nighy
Famous Last Words : ..if all else fails there's always openings in the Department of Magical Creatures....as a cleaner.
Re: Muggle versus Level Two W.O.M.B.A.T: Dawn of Determination
Thu Jul 12, 2012 4:22 pm
While some might have found Yrjö's life to be quite dull there was a zen like efficacy as Yrjö nodded at Mr Harper before going on with his usual drone, the day had only just begin in local terms but for Yrjö it was already heading towards the later part of the afternoon. Watching each candidate take their seat he waited hawk-eyed for any clues of cheating or writing ahead of time.. grounds for suspension and loss of all fees along with quite a bit of embarrassment for whomever was so foolish to try and fluke their way though on Yrjö's watch. There was telling signs, the sweat, overconfidence, a frown on a face or glancing around in a manner that was most untrustworthy. Yrjö noted that one of the ladies seemed to be glancing towards one spot on the floor near her foot, a curious behavior. Time ticked by with the excruciating slowness that only a examination can produce. At the first hoot Yrjö took a moment to stand up and pronounce that "All those with remedial Ordinary Wizarding Levels or Level Two Wizards' Ordinary Magic and Basic Aptitude Test you may now begin writing" his chair squeaking quite loudly on the stone floor as he sat down again, a ruffle of newspaper to distract from his watching of the young nervous witch as he watched her over his copy of the Daily Prophet.
So much for a simple open and shut case, Yrjö glanced from one witch to the other's in the room, Mr Harper was busy writing.. nothing out of the ordinary there but in the last row was a rather intense looking old wizard who had come in for a W.O.M.B.A.T exam. Yrjö had thought it rather out of the ordinary for a wizard to want to undergo the exam at a rather advanced age but as his eyes moved from the wizard to the witch a theory emerged. Each time the witch seemed about to write the man would look intensely at his page and quickly write his own answer, the woman would then glance to the floor before writing on the supplied parchment. A most clever piece of fraud was being undertaken, had it been any other assessor they might well have gotten away with it but one had to stay up all night to get the best of Yrjö Hämäläinen. There was of course a procedure for what was to be done next, Yrjö put aside his newspaper and wrote a brief..but concise Memo to the security department to arrange two Wizards to wait outside the room for the troublesome pair. It was such a disappointment, why people would endeavor to cheat when one simply had to study the required material was beyond Yrjö, it was not after all difficult to give up ones evening in the pursuit of a lifetime of relative comfort so how people would chose to spend their evenings otherwise was unfathomable, one was better to fail then to cheat by all accounts when the zero tolerance policy was in some respects rather 'creative' in terms of punishments.
One only had to look at the tank of swimming quills to learn the technique most popular in the late 1930s for dealing with students who dared to cheat on their NEWT examinations. Yrjö tried his best to not interfere with the rest of the people who where doing their examinations properly and with honor, his chair squeaked a little as he got up and walked to the door, opening it just enough to let his flying memo zoom out into the hallway. Now it was a matter of waiting until the end of the examination time, Yrjö was calm, it wasn't his first run in with a cheater and certainly not the most dramatic scene to play out in his years of crisscrossing the world to oversee one final exam or another. His mind was focused on the time in South Africa when he'd been cursed for giving a young boy a bad grade, a spell in St Mungo's did not reduce his zeal that no matter how well you could gut a lizard it had no bearing on presenting a solid case for whether or not the Goblin Rebellion of 1612 was due to poor quality food and hygiene. So caught up in thought he was that before he knew it his clock was hooting the end of the first set of exams. "Quills down for all those undergoing the Level Two Wizards' Ordinary Magic and Basic Aptitude Test, those undergoing remedial Ordinary Wizarding Levels you have twenty minutes to go" the young witch was clearly uncomfortable now as Yrjö gestured for Mr Harper and the old Wizard to turn in their parchments and leave... well for one of them anyway.. if all had gone right the Wizard.. Yrjö checked over his papers to get the name 'Ah.. a Mr Brickston-Wagg' would not be going very far at all.
So much for a simple open and shut case, Yrjö glanced from one witch to the other's in the room, Mr Harper was busy writing.. nothing out of the ordinary there but in the last row was a rather intense looking old wizard who had come in for a W.O.M.B.A.T exam. Yrjö had thought it rather out of the ordinary for a wizard to want to undergo the exam at a rather advanced age but as his eyes moved from the wizard to the witch a theory emerged. Each time the witch seemed about to write the man would look intensely at his page and quickly write his own answer, the woman would then glance to the floor before writing on the supplied parchment. A most clever piece of fraud was being undertaken, had it been any other assessor they might well have gotten away with it but one had to stay up all night to get the best of Yrjö Hämäläinen. There was of course a procedure for what was to be done next, Yrjö put aside his newspaper and wrote a brief..but concise Memo to the security department to arrange two Wizards to wait outside the room for the troublesome pair. It was such a disappointment, why people would endeavor to cheat when one simply had to study the required material was beyond Yrjö, it was not after all difficult to give up ones evening in the pursuit of a lifetime of relative comfort so how people would chose to spend their evenings otherwise was unfathomable, one was better to fail then to cheat by all accounts when the zero tolerance policy was in some respects rather 'creative' in terms of punishments.
One only had to look at the tank of swimming quills to learn the technique most popular in the late 1930s for dealing with students who dared to cheat on their NEWT examinations. Yrjö tried his best to not interfere with the rest of the people who where doing their examinations properly and with honor, his chair squeaked a little as he got up and walked to the door, opening it just enough to let his flying memo zoom out into the hallway. Now it was a matter of waiting until the end of the examination time, Yrjö was calm, it wasn't his first run in with a cheater and certainly not the most dramatic scene to play out in his years of crisscrossing the world to oversee one final exam or another. His mind was focused on the time in South Africa when he'd been cursed for giving a young boy a bad grade, a spell in St Mungo's did not reduce his zeal that no matter how well you could gut a lizard it had no bearing on presenting a solid case for whether or not the Goblin Rebellion of 1612 was due to poor quality food and hygiene. So caught up in thought he was that before he knew it his clock was hooting the end of the first set of exams. "Quills down for all those undergoing the Level Two Wizards' Ordinary Magic and Basic Aptitude Test, those undergoing remedial Ordinary Wizarding Levels you have twenty minutes to go" the young witch was clearly uncomfortable now as Yrjö gestured for Mr Harper and the old Wizard to turn in their parchments and leave... well for one of them anyway.. if all had gone right the Wizard.. Yrjö checked over his papers to get the name 'Ah.. a Mr Brickston-Wagg' would not be going very far at all.
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Re: Muggle versus Level Two W.O.M.B.A.T: Dawn of Determination
Fri Jul 13, 2012 8:24 am
Marty finished up Part I and proceeded on to Part II, completely resisting the urge to laugh at the first two questions. So that was now officially part of wizarding history considering the events were now questions on NEWT exams. From there, he continued on to the rest of the questions, finishing up a few minutes before the hoot that signaled the end of his testing period and spending that time double checking his answers to be sure he had not left anything out. At the call to turn in papers, he returned the exam to Nigel and left, completely clueless to the events that had been going on in the room between the young witch Nigel had been watching and the older wizard who was also testing for second level NEWTs.
Marty was, however, rather familiar with the stance that the two security wizards were holding as he left the room. First thoughts to his mind were to the affect of Oh shit not aga.... but were quickly dispelled as they simply smiled and nodded a greeting to Marty and let him pass. From the sounds of a quick scuffle and the protestations of the elder wizard behind him, Marty realized that the other man was not quite so lucky. Having 'been there, done that', the night of the rally, Marty did what served his best interests -- made his way to the elevators and exit!
Marty was, however, rather familiar with the stance that the two security wizards were holding as he left the room. First thoughts to his mind were to the affect of Oh shit not aga.... but were quickly dispelled as they simply smiled and nodded a greeting to Marty and let him pass. From the sounds of a quick scuffle and the protestations of the elder wizard behind him, Marty realized that the other man was not quite so lucky. Having 'been there, done that', the night of the rally, Marty did what served his best interests -- made his way to the elevators and exit!
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