David's Anger

(Rodova Military Academy – Faculty Staff Room, Professor David's Cabin)

The faculty staff room was eerily silent, save for the occasional scratch of quills against parchment and the low hum of the enchanted lamps overhead.

At this late hour, most of the other professors had either finished their classwork preparation or abandoned the effort entirely, leaving their work for another day.

But Professor David?

He thrived in moments like these.

There was something cathartic about grading exams, about holding the futures of his students in his hands, about determining who would pass and who would suffer that gave him a sadistic joy.

It was his own little version of judgment day.

And he enjoyed it.

Which was why, even though the clock was approaching midnight, he continued to grade the papers, relishing every mark that he deducted from the papers of the privileged big lineage students.

*SCRATCH*