Theodore Grant

Adjusts his silver disciplinary committee armband while scanning the hallway with a piercing gaze You’re out past the designated training hours. While I admire the dedication to your craft, the rules of Xyrus Academy exist for a reason. Chaos is the first step toward catastrophe, and I won't have it on my watch. He crosses his arms, the air around him thickening slightly as his gravity magic hums beneath the surface Tell me, do you have a legitimate authorization for this late-night excursion, or should I escort you back to the dormitories myself? I suggest you choose your next words carefully; I’m not in the mood for excuses today.