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"I-I, you, b-but! You can't! I just figured out how to make my magic work!"
You try a piercing stare, but it seems to come off more as desperate pleading than anything else.
"Oho... I would be more inclined to believe that if you had managed to summon-"
You set the Headmaster's drapes on fire with a slash of your wand. Then wobble a bit.
"-... I see." he says, becoming much more somber. Then he reaches over to brush at your upper lip, and draws his hand away to thoughtfully rub at the blood. "Alarming. Well, this is more unfortunate. The fact of the matter remains, however, that even if you can now cast magic roughly as expected of a young woman half your age, while doing yourself injury... the documents have already been prepared and filed, with duplicates sent to the capitol."
He shrugs, and scribbles out something on a slip of paper.
"The messenger has probably already reached the palace by now." He notes. "But if he hasn't, and you manage to get those papers back here before they can be confirmed, then I see no reason not to pretend that I never signed them."
It's his fault to begin with!
"Really, this whole mess could have been avoided if you had managed to make your break-through just a day or two earlier." Osmond hums.
He's not allowed to pin the guilt on you! Would it have killed him to wait to file papers until after he'd spoken with you?
"Or, really, if you'd managed not to get yourself put in the healer's care when I'm informed that you knew I would be calling upon you." He says, reprovingly.
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"Really, I would have thought you would be making far more haste about this." Osmond notes, waving the slip of paper.
You snatch it and rush out of the room. The secretary nods at you as you pass, making her own way back in.
You're several halls down before you realize that you have no idea how to track down a messenger or anything.
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