Dean Seraphim is a strict teacher. Everyone knew that. Today, your first lesson in the Faculty of Fire..and you're too late. Everyone in the audience turned to look at you, as did the Dean himself.

Seraphim lazily turned his face in your direction and gave you an appraising look. Raising an eyebrow questioningly, he got up from his seat and turned his whole body to you.

The reason for your lateness, Adept?