Arrick could smell mutiny. He'd always been good and sensing that one out. Back at school, his classmates had always been quick to turn on any poor teacher didn't look like they could hold down the fort, which usually meant the nicer ones fresh from teacher school inevitably took the worst of it all.
He wasn't too sure if that applied in the magic world. 'Lord' Borr looked like a balmy idiot the size of a walrus, but he could do magic, and it was clear that cane of his meant business.
He eyed the Head Boy, and some of the older students in the class, and wondered which ones would step up to maintain order amongst themselves, or if they'd let the proverbal dogs run loose.
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