said, recalling his teacherâs preference. He spoke carefully, but to the point. âI wanted to be reinstated into Sparring class. If thatâs okay.â
Stockton glanced at his wristwatch and muttered, âIndeed.â He reclined, interlocking his fingers and placing them against his stomach. âVery well.â
âVery wellâ was not exactly the response Mike was expecting. He lingered for a moment or two, causing an awkward silence.
âThatâs it?â Mike said finally.
âDid I not answer your question?â
âOh, uh, yeah. Okay, thanks then.â
Mike turned to leave. But before he could reach the door, Stockton said, âMister Prior?â
Bracing for some kind of insult, Mike said, âYeah?â
âDo you know why I suspended you?â
The question caught Mike off guard. He had been expecting an argument, a rejection of the Headmageâs orders, or something else to make him hate the Magus more than he already did. Instead, he had been met with a calm, collected⦠almost courteous professor.
âUh, no, actually.â
Stockton snorted and placed his elbows on the table. âOf course not,â he said matter-of-factly, causing Mike to backtrack from his âcourteousâ assessment just a bit. Stockton rubbed his forehead, seemingly trying to pick which words to use. âTwo things happened last night. Aside from you running away from school, of course.â
I didnât⦠oh, nevermind . Mike let it be. He was more curious to hear what Stockton had to say.
âFirst, you deliberately disobeyed my instructions to attack when the bell rang. Second, you nearly decapitated a fellow student. Which of those reasons was the basis for your suspension?â
Mike thought ânearly decapitatedâ was a bit of a stretch, considering Annabella had her arm in a sling. âI thought you did it because I couldnât control my magic. Because I hurt her.â
Stockton shook his head. âIf you think that I care whether or not Miss Frost sprains a wrist, you are quite mistaken. Much worse has happened to Guardians in the past. A little toughening would do you people some good.â
Mike wondered what that meant, but he wasnât about to interrupt His Highness the Magus.
Stockton blew out a frustrated breath. âYou donât understand, do you.â
Mike wavered. He thought about Jakkus and his mind-reading ability, and decided to take the high road.
âNo.â
The Magus eyed Mike, seemingly deciding whether he wanted to share this information with him. Finally he said, âI want my students to get hurt.â
âExcuse me?â Mike blurted out before he could control himself.
âYou heard me. I want my students to get hurt. I want my students to feel like theyâre on the battlefield. Because when youâre fighting, you donât always have five seconds to form a shield. To tell you the truth, I was probably too generous; it shouldâve been two or three.
âThe whole reason we have a Sparring class is so that if youâre confronted with a fight â and I donât mean four kids in the dining room trying to steal your lunch money, I mean a fight like you were in last night â so if youâre in a fight, you donât wet yourself. If youâve seen combat already, if youâve learned what it means to procure spells on a dime, if youâve felt what it means to get hit with a magical weapon, then you may survive. Without that, you might as well be a gargoyle at high noon.â
Mike was more fascinated than anything. Stockton wanted his kids to get hurt⦠and that would prepare them for battle? He wasnât sure if Stockton was crazy or brilliant, but he did know that these methods wouldnât go over too well with the board of directors. If this place even had one.
âAnd in the second contest of the year, you backed off. You allowed Miss Frost to
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