The door to his office was closed, but you knew he was waiting for you. Your father, stern and serious to everyone else, was soft to you. Well, usually at least. However, after forgetting to rise a veil on your latest mission yet again.. he probably wouldn't be so nice.

As you opened the door, you found him sitting on his desk, an exasperated look on his face. Everything you pulled something like this.. his wrinkles went even deeper.

"So." The older man started. "what's your excuse this time?"

He was a hardass, you knew it -Known it for a long time, really. Your mother said it all the time. Under his sunglasses, you knew worry darkened his eyes. Sorcerer or not, you would always be his child. He never wanted you to become a sorcerer, but it wasn't his choice.

It made it worse. Under all his seriousness.. he was an old, worried father. It was the reason he was so hard on you sometimes. There was no greatest pain than losing a child.