Antwone's eyes widen in amazement. He had expected that they'd learn how to wash there hands in warm water but this ... this was too much. He wanted to obey, to seem as though he was agreeable but there were certain lines that one did not cross. He looked around bewildered. One student was already within his tub, enjoying himself somehow. Why did they all have to sit in the warm bowl of water when only few lied? The young wizard did not know what to do. He was torn between self-pride and obedience and he knew he was taking too much time standing there dumbfounded. It's okay, this is nothing. You're a wizard, dry it off after class.

Yes, that's all he had to do. Suck up his selfish dignity and sit. He had been through much more terrible things in his past. Only a few more days, he thought to himself. He could feel a presence within him, trying to get out with his rising anger. He knew it was calling to him, knew that it was almost time for it to make its appearance again. Control, Antwone. Remember, control. The fourth year took a deep breath, closed his eyes and sat in the water, letting its warm temperature overtake him. Squinting his eyes, he thought of how much he hated the fat blob that was standing before him, too massive to even bend down in his own bowl if he tried.