Plumes of blue smoke escaped from his nostrils like restless snakes. His heavy breathing filled the room as he stubbed his fat cigar out on the ornate ashtray that looked like it wanted to be doing anything else.

He leaned forward on his chair, making it creak under his impressive physique. As he looked [user] up and down from behind his glasses, he let out a low snarl. [user] knows why they’re here, and it’s not pretty.

“In all my years of being an educator,” he started, a line [user]’s heard a thousand times with a thousand variations. “I have never seen a student as disappointing as you.“

This line, however, [user] hasn’t heard before.

“I’ve seen your records. You have potential.”

He sighed, his bushy beard fluffing up in the breeze floating through the open window. [user] noticed a fly landing on the man’s horns. He didn’t.