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[wolflord_andain]

Having discovered that several among the current class were still unable to translate relatively simple passages, Galadan has chosen to use today for reviewing declensions of nouns.

He paces in front of the class, careful to keep out any hints of predator, lecturing in a cool even voice. Occasionally he pauses to scribe a series of words on the chalk board, or to ask a quick, sharp question of someone who appears inattentive.

It is a long, grueling class period.

He is slowly growing used to that. His students--

May not be.

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[wolflord_andain]

Galadan's eyebrows arch upward again, but there is no hint of amusement in the set of his mouth.

Or, of course, in the chill settling in his winter-grey eyes.

"Since you two seem to be so very interested in Catullus, you may prepare a recitation for next week, on your own translation of two pages of text. Perhaps it will allow your skills to improve. Of late your attention has proved to be very lax."

He waves the note very briefly, as if to indicate the kind of laxity to which he refers, and then tosses it casually into the wastebasket.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"That's not fair!" protests Susan. "I didn't write the note."

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan merely looks at her, eyebrows still upraised.

"Would you prefer to translate four pages of Catullus?"

That could, after all, be easily enough arranged.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Susan jerks her chin up, and then suddenly grins.

"Perhaps, sir. It depends on the pages."

There are scattered gasps from around the room; Susan Merriweaather always does go TOO FAR.

[wolflord_andain]

Master Wolfe is not impressed.

"I think you might benefit more from continued practice in noun declensions. Fifty repetitions of each. I expect to see them on my desk by the end of this week. In addition to Catullus."

And with that he returns to his position near the chalkboard.

"And now, if we might continue--"

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Susan opens her mouth again, and then closes it with a snap, her face turning red.

Mary Lennox, on the other hand, looks nearly as pleased as anyone at the school has ever seen her - but it's not as if anyone but Mr. Wolfe is likely to be able to tell. And even if Susan could see her face, she would only think that it would be like that Lennox girl to be pleased that someone else had gotten in trouble.