Prometheus huffed quietly, but he did obediently sit down next to Hades. The 'good boy' did smooth down some of his ruffled feathers, and he sat down with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms loosely wrapped round them as he eyed the grade book Hades flipped open.

"My handwriting isn't that bad," Prometheus groused, though he did admit, it took him a few rereads to decipher his messy scrawl. He took the grade book from Hades, flipping it to where he kept the individual students' grades listed, and showed him.

The differences were very stark.

Majority of students scored low, but there were a core few that were passing (notably those experienced in the ways of Prometheus's torture session- er, lessons) with only two scoring above average grades.