Headmaster Sharpe stood in the door way, his blonde curls perfectly tousled, and his white suit still impeccable. Everyone greeted him, except Cat. She could never trust someone whose hair was that perfect.
“Now then, who was the cause of this disturbance?” He asked nicely.
As one, the entire class turned to look at Cat. Some glaring, some smirking, and some a tad bit confused. She waved cheekily.
“Of course.” He sighed, sounding like she was the bane of his existence. “Please follow me.”
Cat guiltily got up, following the Headmaster out of the classroom. She honestly did feel bad about destroying the room and almost killing everyone inside.
The door shut soundlessly behind her, and she almost flinched at the whoosh of air hitting her back. Cat silently fell into step beside him as they descended the stairs. Then he stopped, turning back to her.
“You know, coming here, I heard the greatest of things about you. Your power was so unprecedented. Your skill was unparalleled. You walk on air and fly over water. Other Magus kneel before you. You shoot rainbows out of your behind. The buildup was quite amazing. Now, I hate to say it, but I am kind of disappointed. It is true that you have great power, probably the greatest power I’ve ever seen. Yet, you don’t have the ability to use it. All that power, but none of the skill.” He seemed to relish the idea for a moment, contemplating what it would be like if Cat did have the skill to control all her excess magic. Then, Headmaster Sharpe took a deep breath and muttered with his exhale, “Such a waste.”
He turned and kept on walking down the stairs, leaving Cat standing on the step dumbstruck.
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Inhibition
FantasySequel to Incendiare How do we know which path to take, when all are paved with troubles?
