"Let's just say that I haven't tested anyone in a while," Jobian grunted. He lifted the box onto her dresser, and motioned for her to sit down on the bed. He pulled several silver instruments out of it, which intimidated Spur.

     "Is this going to hurt?" she asked nervously. She'd seen enough pain for one day.

     "No, no, no, but you might be surprised at what you'll have the ability to do once I'm done. Do you remember how I told you about my little sixth sense?"

     "Yes."

     "Well, let's just say that to say I think you're a magical would be a ludicrous understatement," he said, grinning.

     "And I think you need to get your head checked, Jobian," she replied crossly. While she was still excited about possibly being a magical, she was afraid of what she was getting herself into.

     "What I have here is a little device that will show your amount of magic in you. When magicals breathe, they release a certain amount of excess, used magic mixed in with the carbon dioxide. What this little machine does is it measures the amount of magic you exhale, and predicts the amount of magic in your blood. An average magical has a mark of 10, and a Grand Mage would probably have a 30. Then, once we know your count we can experiment to see what your area is."

     He held up an odd-looking mechanism, full of little metal pieces, a small bag that she supposed was to blow air into, and a few measuring devices. He held the machine a few inches from her lips, and he instructed her to slowly breathe out. When she did, the machine whirred and spun, and over the roar of the clanking pieces as the moved Jobian called, "The machine is magically enhanced to operate perfectly and accurately on its own."

     When it finally slowed to a stop, Jobian looked at the machine to interpret her count, when his face fell. He started to tremble, and then he looked up at Spur abnormally.

     "You-you c-can't p-p-possibly," he stammered.

     "What's wrong?" Spur asked, frightened.

     "This is ridiculous. We're redoing this," he muttered, half to himself.

     "Jobian..."

     "Hush girl- breathe!"

     She obeyed, and when he completed the task again he still had the same look of extreme shock on his face. After three more experiments, Spur, exasperated by Jobian's lack of cooperation to comply, said, "I demand to know what is going on, or I will escort you myself to Gregor's zoo!"