Time passed by as Glenda waited in her office, tapping her foot impatiently for Clause and Sebastian to respond or, at the very least, show up.

What’s taking them so long? Oh no, did they end up getting caught by—? She shook her head. “No, I must calm myself. They said they had it all under control, so I should trust them. Yeah. But for how much longer, though!?’

Just as she was about to pass out from worry, a knock came from the door. Glenda went over to answer it.

To her surprise, Sebastian, wearing a different shirt than the last time they met, stood there, next to someone covered in tarp and rope.

“Sebastian, boy, am I glad to see you!” Glenda exclaimed.

“I am most glad to see you too.” ‘Sebastian’ replied.

“And you have someone next to you too?”

“It wasn’t easy, but I pulled it off.”

“What about Clause?”

“Oh, well, you know, he’s not the best fighter in this school, so...”

“I understand,” Glenda replied.

“Oh, and he’s at the infirmary in case you were wondering,” Sebastian added.

“Thank you for telling me that. I’ll go check up on him later after I deal with this perpetrator.”

Glenda advised Sebastian to escort the mysterious person to her room and lock the door. He told her that whoever was under the tarp was supposedly responsible for everything that happened and that he caught them while inspecting.

Glenda wasn’t so sure yet, thinking maybe this perpetrator was an accomplice and that the real mastermind was still out there somewhere.

“Well, only one way to find out,” Sebastian pointed out, “Do what you got to do. I’m going to rest up since that battle drained me.”

“Ah, go on ahead.” Glenda waved off while holding the guy in place, so he didn’t escape. “I’m proud of you, Sebastian; I think you will do well at this academy.”

As he was about to leave, a vision flashed before ‘his’ very eyes, a flashback that had occurred in his past.

.-.-.-.

Two blurry, ghostly images appeared, shown of two red-headed females, one tall, wearing a yellow dress; the other smaller, wearing a scarlet shirt with a chocolate-colored skirt. They lied on the floor, drawing stick figures and rectangles on a piece of paper.

“I’m so proud of you, darling.” The red-headed woman said in a soft voice. “I know you’ll be wonderful at the academy.”

“Really, mommy? You mean it?” The young girl looked up from her paper and asked.

“Why yes, you’re smart, talented, and not to mention good-looking.”

“I want to join Streterra, just like you and dad!”

“Oh, you...”

.-.-.-.

“Sebastian?” Glenda asked, pulling ‘him’ out of the moment. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” ‘He’ replied, “Sorry to bother you.” ‘He’ bowed and walked away in a hurry.

All right, things are going according to plan, and she’s not suspicious of it either. No one is! She kept walking until there was nobody else around in the middle of the hallway; all alone. She hurried back to her dorm before her spell wore out.