A Dreadful Encounter

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The headmaster at Lychnus was a very brittle man with spectacles that sat on his mountain of a nose.  He stared holes into Thaddeus's admittance paper.  On the other side of the desk sat Thaddeus, staring at the jumbled mess of papers, pens, and clockwork that made up Sir Walden's desk.  The clocks on the desk ticked in sync as he examined the paper.
"Not awful," he said.  "Not entirely awful, I must confess.  But I do have a question for you, Mr. Callaghan."
"Yes sir?" Thaddeus said.  He fiddled with his hands under the desk, sure not to let his nervousness escape from the safety of the furnished oak.
"What is your specialty?" he asked.  "I mean, what allows you to be accepted into this school?"
"I am afraid that I do not understand, sir," Thaddeus said.
"What manner of beast are you?" Sir Walden said quite bluntly.
"Beast, sir?" Thaddeus said.  "I make great grades, I am the top of all my classes... I believed that this was a school for children with paranormal talent?"
Sir Walden sat for a moment, rigid.  He stared at Thaddeus for a second and sunk back into his chair.  "Of course," he said.  "What else would it be?"
Thaddeus swallowed, and the room grew quiet for a few seconds before Sir Walden continued. 
"Now my boy," he said.  "I will expect you to be here at eight o'clock tomorrow morning with all of your things.  Do not be late." And with that, Thaddeus was dismissed.

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