With the speed of a turtle hit by the impediment curse, Professor Kazimeriz slowly walked up the stairs and into the Headmaster's office, his cane clutched tightly in his hand. His steps were delicate, uncertain, and he looked somehow older. His face had taken on the sunken, sallow appearance of an old man in very frail health; not at death's door, perhaps, but quite possibly within walking distance. His expression was pinched and pained, for though he had taken his numerous pain potions they barely touched the chronic ache of the old magical wound... An injury which had been held at bay for so long before Truebridge's curse had brought it back in full measure, reminding Kazimeriz with every step of what the word curse truly meant.

"Headmaster." He addressed Bontecou with a respectful nod as he entered the room. "Thank you for seeing me today."