Sotiropoulos storms into Mage Kaberline’s room without even knocking on the door. The councilor/level three sorcerer looks up with shock to see the history teacher carrying a crow. “Are you here to join our sacred society?” he asks, a smile breaking out over his face.
“This is William Fung.”
Kaberline twists his head and then reaches his hand out, making a vaguely "Y" shaped formation with his fingers. He closes his eyes and speaks a few words of Aramaic. He opens his eyes and opens his mouth in awe. “You’re right. I can sense his presence.”
Sotiropoulos’ foot shoots out and reaches behind Kaberline’s head, pulling him forward and down onto the desk. Disturbed, William flies across the room to roost on a gaggle of Victorian Spy novels/classified government memos. With Kaberline incapacitated, Sot’s foot prepared to snap his neck in a moment, the angry woman shouts, “How can you be teaching your students transformation magic?! This is far beyond anything Lagarde allows and anything I will tolerate. Now turn him back this instant!”
“I didn’t do this!” Kaberline replies, breath taxed, hands held on his desk, “I teach them various telekinetic and physical abilities. Poetic magic, derived from the works of Poe and the dark transcendentalists. Occasionally a little necromancy. Never anything like this. I can’t even do any transformation spells myself.”
Sot relaxes her held and the man sits up at his desk, gasping. “Then who could be doing this? Spiegel?”
Kaberline shakes his head. “He’s in the gym trying to turn lead into gold and feeding the Speagle. No. This has to be a student.”
“Could you speak to William? Ask him who did it? You speak crow, correct”
“I do. But he doesn’t. He’ll just be stuck trying to make human sounds, which he can’t. I could bond with him telepathically, but since he is now a bird I might end up just erasing his soul from existence.”
Suddenly, there is a horrible screaming sound, and a collection of students begins to run across the hall and outside as fast as they can. A few crows begin to follow, equally hysterical.
Agent Sot points. “Or we could just go that way?”
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