"Mr. Stonehand," Alma said, her lecture halting as she fixed him with a sharp glare. "Is punctuality not a concern for you?"
"Professor," Clara interjected from her seat, her voice calm and precise. "Professor Stonefist sent him to the infirmary. The note I left should be on your desk. Please, continue the class."
Alma’s eyes flicked to her desk, where a folded piece of paper she had previously ignored now caught her attention.
"Ah." Her
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