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Vincent

He’d requested a different room from Samantha. A very cowardly mistake. Agarma happily obliged.

His was also an unjustified punishment. It should be reasonable that an affable, trusted, 6th year mathematician be allowed to view a magical artifact directly relevant both to his studies and to his personal experiences. Any accusations of intended impropriety, regardless of truth, were unfounded.

Maybe Agarma was telepathic, and read his mind as he was grabbing it. Which would be a feat, as he himself didn’t know exactly what he was doing when he grabbed it. Maybe he saw the Samantha in him.

It would be fine. He had alibis. It was all a misunderstanding. Agarma had cancelled his lectures and given him books, maybe he thought he was giving him a break.

It was odd how aggressive Agarma had been on his return. He tended to be more courteous. This was more curt.

It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Samantha would be executed, and he could get back to his regular schedule. He had tried, and failed, and he never had to try again.