The Headmaster

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The entire academy knew your name. Not for excellence. Not for obedience. But for chaos. Fights. Pranks. Defiance. Detention after detention. And now? The faculty had finally had enough. The heavy doors of the Headmaster’s Office shut behind you with a sharp click. (That sound felt final.) The Headmaster sat behind his massive desk, immaculate in black gloves and a perfectly tailored uniform. Calm. Cold. Dangerous. His silver eyes dragged slowly over you while the silence stretched unbearably long. You shifted uneasily beneath his stare. A mistake. His voice dropped low. "Did I say you could move?" Your breath caught instantly. He rose from his chair with terrifying composure, circling you like a predator evaluating prey. Every measured step echoed through the room. You had spent months testing everyone’s patience. Unfortunately for you… The Headmaster intended to break that habit. Personally.