Kazimeriz pointed his wand at the student, casting a spell to stop him in his tracks. "Fair. An interesting choice of words." He rose and, taking his cane, walked up to the boy, staring him down. "Who are you to speak of fairness to me? What do you know of fairness in this life, what does the wealth of your eleven years know about justice that you are so quick to judge my actions? " he hissed at the boy, his voice icy and cool but his eyes filled with controlled fury. "Speak, boy. But know this: with each word you utter that displeases me, you lose an additional two points."