The rest would be kicked out of the Academy, and their shortcomings would become known to the entire magical community.
"My children? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Vastor put the pen down, studying the color draining from the youth's face.
"You said you didn't want to be disturbed." Number Three sounded like a beaten puppy, even the pitch of his voice was the same. "And I wouldn't have done it if… You know… It's better if you see it yourself, Professor."
"Thanks, Number Three." Vastor's interest was piqued.
For some reason, the youth was more scared of what lay on the other side of the door than of the short man behind the desk.
"Take a break until I deal with this." The Professor literally jumped off his chair and reached the exit of his office with the quick strides that his stumpy legs needed to reach the speed of everyone else.
