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"Now, let's talk about what you did wrong."
The class stared at him with the particular intensity of people who had just realized they might be in trouble and were still calculating how much.
Zeke tilted his head. "First off. Who can tell me about deviant magic?"
He addressed the class, but his gaze settled on Kenshin and held there, waiting.
Kenshin saw the stare and swallowed.
Zeke let the silence stretch a beat longer, then turned to the full room. "Nobody?"
Nyssara's hand shot up. "I have an idea of deviant magic, sir."
She stood as she spoke, spine straight, eyes fixed forward.
Zeke extended a hand. "Continue."
