Logan was packing when a soft but insistent knock came at the door.
"Enter," he called, not looking up from folding the last of his training robes.
The door opened, and one of the academy attendants stepped inside. "Headmaster Victor wishes to see you immediately, Master Logan."
Logan froze. Packing had paused, his mind already racing. He had only minutes left before the mid-year break began, before he could leave the academy grounds and finally have a few days of rest.
He swallowed and nodded. "Understood."
The attendant left quietly, and Logan closed his bag slowly, his chest tightening. Victor rarely summoned him without reason. Rarely, and never lightly.
He took a deep breath, trying to push the fluttering panic in his chest to the back of his mind. The Headmaster's office wasn't far, but every step felt weighted. He had expected to walk to the halls, to the library, maybe even to the grounds to enjoy the crisp air before leaving. Instead, he was being called in.
