Prometheus's initial indignation was expertly soothed at the little ego fluff Hades gave him, easing his death grip on the papers in his clutches enough to glance over the topmost one. This one was one of the better marked ones, not quite a pass, but close enough.

Was this the graduate level exam? No, no way. These questions were easy, and his previous freshmen passed these before (not easily, mind, and he worked them to the bone to ensure they were up to snuff - but they still passed!). Clearly, the students simply slacked off on their revision, not reading ahead and what not.

"This is the test I normally give at the end of term..." Prometheus said a mite sulkily, glancing over at the paper Hades showed him. There were, indeed, tear marks splotching the paper. Ah, yeah, Prometheus remembered this one. At the very top, in his barely legible writing, was in spiky red handwriting 'Please do not cry on the paper'.

"I guess..." he started, sounding as if he was having a realisation, "I didn't work them hard enough..."

Ah, he didn't have a realisation.