Rexan's nerves were frayed as she approached Mr. Bloomfield's office.
"Remember—nothing is funny, and do not smile," Sarah advised firmly as they stopped in front of the large oak doors.
"I can't stay with you, unfortunately. I have classes, but I'll meet you at the gates afterward," Sarah assured her with a small nod. "Good luck."
The office was cluttered with shelves overflowing with files, and books floated around, arranging themselves into neat stacks.
Behind a grand desk sat Mr. Bloomfield Docks, his name engraved on a brass plaque. Perched on his long, pointed nose were glasses that made him look almost elfin.
"Do sit, Miss Meadows. I'm rather impatient," he sneered, gesturing to a chair.
Rexan sat hesitantly, his scrutinizing gaze making her uncomfortable.
"You tamed a Terronis?" he asked sharply.
She nodded, her throat dry.
