As Michael, Melody and Rudy arrived at the infirmary, they saw a woman in her late forties with a frown plastered on her face, clearly annoyed about something. She had her hair in a practical bun and wore the standard faculty robe of the academy.
Upon seeing Michael floating in beside Rudy, her expression flashed with anger, causing Michael to flinch subconsciously. This woman was the one in charge of the infirmary: Hilda Flinders, or Madame Hilda as she liked to be called.
"Good afternoon Madame…" Rudy began, trying to sound polite.
"Is it?" she retorted, her anger clear. "Let me guess, you've come from your combat exam as well?"
"Err… Yes Madame." Michael replied this time, lowering his head slightly. He wasn't sure why, but being spoken to in such a fashion made it seem like he was being scolded—despite not doing anything wrong.
