Rhett
It took exactly sixty-four minutes for everything to fall into place.
My father moved like he had spent his whole life preparing for this kind of thing. By the time the courier sprinted up the steps of the administrative block of Ravenshore Academy with our sealed envelope, my father had managed to complete all the requirements needed for the 'Founder's Provision'
"Dad, are you sure this will work?" I asked, taking in a shaky breath.
"I don't know yet," he said truthfully, but it's worth giving a shot, and since we're here already, we might as well follow through with our previous plans."
I nodded and we got out of the car. The Deputy Registrar Pallas met us at the door. If I thought Headmistress Vale always rocked a severe bun, Pallas wore hers so tight that I was worried she might be having a headache.
She was carrying a clipboard, which was angled at the crook of her elbows as she rose to greet my dad.
