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From Create Your Own Story
With a quick flourish of your fingers, you delete the message. Better if they think you've simply vanished from their lives. And after what you did, it's really what you deserve.
It takes you a week before you go back to class and things are viscerally different. The castle halls seem dimmer, colder than you remember. Students cast furtive glances your way and whisper behind raised hands, no doubt spreading rumors about your disappearance. You do your best to ignore it all, and when no faculty comes barging to your desk you know that Nathan hasn't reported you to the staff...
Weeks pass in a haze of loneliness. Sure, the single life wasn't too bad at first, and you found yourself keeping busy with games, some online forums. Whether you keep on top of your school work or not is a matter of its own, but once you know a friend group as tightly knit as you'd had with the family, it's hard to go back to isolation.
You haven't seen Nathan since that night either, a sick part of you is glad about it, as it saves you from having to confront him, risk the venom he had every right to throw at you. You at least have the dignity left to feel ashamed for wanting that.
You're in the library eating a food parcel from the canteen when you get the email summoning you to the deens office.
Your stomach churns with each step up the spiral staircase. What could the man possibly want now, after all this time? Some new punishment to dole out? Questions you aren't prepared to answer? There was only one thing you could think of that would warrant a summons that you'd done.
At the top of the stairs, you find an open case full of trophies and medals, a small, tiny dragon the size of a paperback book sits patiently on the glass cabinet, snarling as you look at its shining scales. The creature seems to be a guard .. or secratary of some kind? As once it recognises you, it shimmers and twirls, and the secret door to the Deens office slides open, revealing the room where your talk will be given.
The Headmaster sits with his back to the door, gazing out the window at the grounds below. "Have a seat," he says gently. His tone does nothing to calm your frayed nerves.
