 1 of 4 Amigos Don't underestimate me!
Nothing like the icy cold grip of metal!!!! What the heck! Cal spun around on the Headmaster as quicker than the man could've said bowtruckle at the hard heavy hand on his shoulder. His eyebrow raised as he looked from lump of metal to the owner of it. "Umm.. How 'bout ya take your pseudo- hand off me there, Sir.. ", the youngster said with a bit a force in his voice. " I'm quite capable of removin' myself from the room thanks... "
Yes, he knew he was likely making things worse for himself, but again Callum wasn't about to be silent when he clearly was being mistreated. " What do ya want from us all?! Ya say we are all sad defenseless magically inapt kids... So, I use magic and it's not right. Ya ask a question and yet don't want it answered!... Send me home if ya must.. I don't care!.. But I show up to take responsibility for my actions... But I'll never quit stickin' up for myself of anyone I see getting picked on by you or anyone else..", all this being said as he was dragged back out of the room. The door being relocked behind them. And with that he folded his arms across his chest and refused to knock on the door.. Now that he knew what it was that the headmaster was wanting him to do. Pfft… Good luck, Buddy...
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