Battle Academia (The original one)

Chapter 37: Realm Warp

Ezreal woke up to the sound of someone manically banging on his dorm room door. He rubbed his eyes as he took a deep breath. What the..? His thoughts were still incoherent.

He glanced at the bed next to his. It was empty. What time is it? He wondered taking a peak at his wrist watch. It was 5.30 in the morning. He got up lazily and dragged his feet on his way to answer the door.

"Just walk through the wall next time you forget your keys!", he growled expecting to be greeted by his roommate. He was surprised when he locked eyes with a visibly irritated Professor Graves. "Professor what are you d-"

Graves barged into the room dragging a puzzled Ezreal along with him. The older man took a look around.

"Where's your roommate?", he asked.

"I don't know I thought he was you", shrugged a sleepy Ezreal. His eyelids were still half closed.

"That's great. The less people know the better it is anyway", he replied. He seemed to be on edge. He stood tall inside the tiny room. "What is going on?", the boy asked as he ruffled his hair. "You are going to Doran's Academy".

"Yeah I know that. So?", Ezreal raised an eyebrow. Professor Graves grinned mischievously.

"You don't understand. You're going to Doran's Academy, as in.. now".

Ezreal's blue eyes widened.

"Now?! I thought we had time", he shouted.

"Shh..! Keep your voice down!", Graves ordered him and Ezreal couldn't help but obey. "Listen. Pricipal has called in a few favours. There was no other choice. You can't pass the borders with your record".

"Are the others coming too"?

Graves gave him a blank stare.

"Are you kidding me? That's your mind-boggling question? We have come up with this whole plan just because you've been a dumbass all your life and the only thing you wanna know is if your friends are tagging along"? Graves rolled his eyes.

Ezreal stared at his feet feeling somewhat flustered.

"I didn't think my record was that bad..", he mumbled under his breath but his teacher had heard him loud and clear.

Frustrated the man with the red beard pulled out a yellow dossier out of his coat.

"Lemmee see... What do we have here.. Oh yes here we are.. Do you want me to list them alphabetically or are you cool with whatever"? Graves asked sarcastically. Ezreal opened up his mouth but the teacher interrupted him before he could actually say something.

"Don't answer that. Multiple charges of larseny.. The usual stuff", he commented raising his eyebrows. "Burglary, forgery, fraud, tomb raiding, vandalism, contempt of court, disorderly conduct.. Let me guess: Public urination isn't it"? He glared at Ezreal.

The boy gave him an apologetic smile as he felt his cheeks getting hotter.

"That I can explai-"

"Arson? Minor in possession of alcohol? Oh boy.. You really have done it all", Graves scratched his forehead as he flipped through the pages of Ezreal's file.

"I was immature and stupid!", Ezreal defended himself.

"You still are immature and stupid!", Graves scolded him. He took a deep breath. "Just pack your things. I'll wait outside".

Ezreal followed his teacher obediently to a separate building in the campus. By the sign, he realized this was actually the staff's private chambers. A swarm of questions wracked his brain but he hesitated to voice them as he carried a big duffel bag over his shoulder.