The Headmaster

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When Faith had first heard the term headmaster, her mind immediately conjured images of decapitation and the man who looks after the heads after their removal from the bodies. Her imagination had not brought fourth the tall, slim, bald man in the dark suit with the colourful handkerchief sticking out of his breast pocket.

He greeted them with an odd smile, almost mysterious, and though she smiled back Faith did not feel safe around him. Tainne glared at his polished black shoes and Belove started humming again.

"Beloved, you appear to be in a spot of bother. Nurse Klara is willing to let you off, provided you retake the test to see which Ward would be best suited for you. I hope that's alright."

Her eyes were now drifting around the room. She was still humming that odd tune.

The Headmaster smiled knowingly and advised her to take the test at the weekend, when, hopefully, she would be calmer. 

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