They ran placement exams the same afternoon. I came out thinking I'd done reasonably well.
When I got home I found Kael at his desk and slid my results across to him, half expecting a nod. He looked at the score, set the paper down, and said without any particular feeling, "I've never scored that low."
I had no answer for that.
From then on, whenever I hit a question I couldn't work through on my own, I'd lean around his study door with my workbook and my most agreeable expression and ask if he had a minute.
He always said he didn't. Then he'd answer the question anyway, and the minute would stretch into an hour, and I'd wake up at his desk with my face on my notes and his documents stacked neatly beside me as if he'd been working around me the entire time.
The problem was the folders
