On the day of the tribunal hearing, Jack accompanied me to the court building after breakfast. They used the ordinary court for magical ones, too, since it mostly made little sense to have a separate building. There were few cases and fewer mages.
"I see your master is there," Jack said. He was still formal with grandpa, but he wasn't this formal in private anymore. He called grandpa "Mister Bedwen" now, rather than the more formal "Professor Bedwen".
He escorted me to grandpa, with my hand on his elbow. I must admit I was nervous about the hearing. I had never been in court, and this one was magical. Grandpa had drilled me thoroughly, and now I lied easily about the events surrounding my real Initiation. It's not like I had any moral qualms about lying. But despite grandpa's assurances
