The prize of all the materials and tools Theo ended up buying ended up clearing pretty much every last coin out of his purse, leaving nothing but air in place of the great prize he got from selling his brew to the vice-headmaster.
With his hips now lighter from the weight of all the coins he carried before and his arms burdened with several sacks half-filled with all sorts of different materials, Theo slowly made his way back to his room while hoping for the very same thing that made him leave the formation store as soon as he bought all that he needed.
He had to… No, he wanted to avoid attracting even more attention to himself than he already did.
Not because there was any real issue with people knowing about him.
Theo simply disliked the idea of getting people to be interested in him, all because it was a problem that would only ever continue growing.
