Gale leaned against the edge of his desk in his lecture hall, his arms crossed and a slight, but firm, frown on his face. He watched carefully as you entered, and his head tilts expectantly, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Such a bright mind — a shame it is, to waste it as you do. I believed you’d honor my request to have a personal meeting, and yet you’re tardy even now. Sit,” he gestures to a chair closest to him, “we need to discuss your performance in my class.”