ALARIC's POV
"Tell me, Alaric," Council Head John began as soon as the last person had left the chamber, the heavy oak door thudding shut behind them.
Alaric reluctantly peeled his eyes away from the Aurelian flag near the door.
"You are the Headmaster. I know for certain you understand every student in the academy. So tell me, what have you noticed recently?"
Alaric frowned, shifting slightly in his seat.
The stone chamber felt colder now that it was just the two of them, the flickering torchlight casting long, uneasy shadows across the house flags swaying from the invisible wind.
"I don't think I'm following, sir."
John scoffed. He leaned back in his high-backed chair, eyes locking onto Alaric's with unnerving intensity. Alaric's gaze strayed away almost immediately.
"Of course you understand me perfectly, Alaric."
