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Grandpa was in his university office when I entered without knocking.
He raised his eyebrows, looking up from a document he was studying, disapproving of my rudeness. Whatever. He deserved it.
"Why did you do this again?" I asked, doing my best not to shout.
The first one to lose their temper loses.
"What do you mean?" Grandpa asked, innocently.
I wasn't buying it.
"This," I said, placing the thick folder with the materials I had to learn, in Professor Alarch's opinion, on his desk. It landed with a heavy thump.
Grandpa casually opened it, leafing through it.
"Ah, yes," he said, in a cheerful tone that didn't fool me for a second. "Your group leader's suggestion. Well, I thought it was a good idea. You're too good a mage to get a basic seal."
"I know you wanted me to become a
