As Ezrik placed Willow gently on his bed, he pulled the duvet over her and stepped back but kept staring at her for sometime. He was trying to figure her out. If she truly had the ability to control Pixi, then she was capable of far more than she let on.
Running his fingers through his hair, he turned back toward the sitting area where Pixi rested on the table. His frown deepened.
"Still nothing on the second-year?" he asked, pulling a cigarette box and lighter from his pocket.
"No, Mr. Veyne," Pixi replied.
Ezrik huffed as he lit the cigarette, exhaling smoke in a sharp puff. "I've never met anything as useless yet somehow useful as you."
"Well said, Mr. Veyne," Pixi said evenly. "But I am doing my best. This student doesn't exist on the school server."
Ezrik's brow lifted in surprise as he let out another slow drag of smoke. "How is that even possible? Then how is he a student?"
"You should figure that out yourself, Mr. Veyne," Pixi answered with maddening calm.
