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DaniDiNardo
Calm, he was calm. This was his calm face. Malachi Trent was remarkably calm for a man who’d spent the last term in constant fear and this one so far trying to prove to a snooty French woman that she hadn’t made the mistake of housing what she considered to be “hooligans” in her castle. He’d assured her of best behaviour. This, this was anything but.
But he was calm.
SO. CALM.
“The boy who threw up isn’t in trouble. He did nothing wrong, which is more than I can say for you.” The man stated plainly. He did not stop walking until they were through the door and out of earshot. He paused only briefly to look at the two students (Patrick and Elisa) currently outside. “Best you both be heading into the feast, we’ll be starting soon. Wouldn’t want to miss anything important.”
Malachi looked to the boy again. “Exactly how many of your senses have you taken leave of tonight? All of them? Just the ones that would prevent you from disgracing not only yourself but your schoolmates and school?” He was not amused, to say the least.
Whaaatttt?
Max was confused and looked at the man with a genuinely puzzled expression that was clearly visible in his face.
"Wh-whaddya mean?" he asked with a slight hesitation and his stomach growled loudly.
"I'm not trying to, erm, disgrace the school or anyone. I just wanted to eat because I'm hungry and I thought the older people at the blue table would help me but they didn't and someone puked and I found myself on the table asking for help and then you got mad and... and."
His stomach growled again, but this time it was a bit louder. All Max could think of was his empty stomach with a smidgen of remorse and all he could focus on was food. He rubbed his stomach and averted his gaze to the headmaster's shoes. Max spoke softly and slowly
"Are they gonna force us to eat snails, fake grass, and frogs legs? Is that why someone puked at the table?"