Originally Posted by NicoT

"I doubt you have any intention of harming any of my books, sir." Ethan answered, with a slight narrowing of his eyes as he too recalled the first incident which had earned him a detention at the hands of Krazimeriz. At eleven, it wasn't so much that he had been impetuous, rather he'd... okay he'd been fairly impetuous, and if he was honest there was still a streak of that hidden deep within himself. But one thing that young Zan could not stand was anyone harming the tomes that he spent most of his waking life attempting to escape into, even as joke, or as harmless bullying, he had never stood for it once.

This particular incident had been very early on in his first year, he'd been sitting off to one side reading a book when another student had decided to turn his wand on Ethan and sent a diffindo at the pages of the book spread on his lap. Eleven year old Ethan had immediately draw his own wand on the culprit and cast a particularly nasty curse with extreme and surprising effectiveness...

... and Krazimeriz had seen it and punished him severely.

Would they fall back into their old patterns? Probably. The difference was that Truebridge could see that Kazimeriz had not changed all that much, while he himself clearly had. Or perhaps not so clearly to the old man?

Truebridge turned his head slightly and acknowledged the students that had flocked to the arena, his eyes coming to rest on Professor Bunbury... was that his jacket? And a pair of his stunna shades! His eyes widened slightly.

That did it.

ALL women were crazy.