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stepped inside a cavernous hallway.
The girl in pink robes passed us. She beamed a smile at Shelton. "Thanks for the help with that jerk on the sky car."
Shelton snorted. "My pleasure, cupcake."
The girl turned down a different hallway, walking backward as she did, and blew Shelton a kiss before spinning around and continuing on to her destination.
"Damn, I miss those college girls," Shelton said, taking off his hat and running a hand through his thick hair.
"Aren't you kind of old for them now?"
He pshawed. "Man, I'm still in my twenties."
"Early or late?"
He didn't answer.
"That's what I thought," I said, grinning.
We walked down a carpeted hallway, took a spiral staircase up a few flights, and then took so many twists and turns I didn't know where we were anymore. At long last we reached a doorway with a placard outside that said "Miles Chamberlain, MhD."
"Are you ready to start the assessment?" Shelton said, voice serious.
I swallowed a ball of nerves and nodded. "Let's do this."
Chapter 8
Shelton stepped inside and rapped on the open wooden door.
"Harry Shelton, as I live and breathe," said a baritone voice in a proper British accent. "Come on in!"
I followed Shelton inside and saw a short man with curly graying hair, round spectacles, and what looked like a tweed robe.
"Hey, Professor," Shelton said, a smile on his face that looked way too friendly to be the rough-edged Arcane I knew.
"Have a seat," Miles said, gesturing toward a chair. He looked at me. "And this is the young man you spoke of?"
Shelton nodded. "Yep."
I shook the professor's hand. "I'm Justin Slade." It still felt strange calling myself that instead of Case, the fake last name my parents had used to hide from their respective families.
"He's here for the assessment," Shelton said.
"Absolutely," Miles said. He withdrew a wand from a desk drawer. "Let's head on down to a gauntlet room."
Miles led us through a warren of corridors, down some stairs, and into a large circular space that reminded me a lot of Shelton's gauntlet room.
"Wow, it's still here," Shelton said, looking at a particularly big black burn mark on the ceiling directly overhead. "Man, I remember when I did that."
"You made that mark?" I asked, looking at Shelton.
Shelton shrugged. "Trying to impress a girl. I ended up nearly burning my clothes off, and the blast propelled me into the ceiling."
I snorted with laughter. "Why is it all your stories about impressing girls end up going horribly wrong?"
"I think that's just the way it is with guys trying to impress girls." He grinned. "You might know a thing or two about that."
I recalled trying to impress Katie Johnson with my live-action role playing skills, complete with foam sword and shield, and ended up getting my entire squad killed by the enemy team. "You know, I think you're onto one of those universal truths with that one."
"I remember a time or two where my attempts to impress a girl went awry," Miles said while cleaning his glasses on a handkerchief. "I once tried summoning a demon, but instead brought forth a minor non-sentient entity called a skruk that defecated all over the floor and urinated all over Clarissa Dickson's boyfriend before I was able to banish it." He chuckled. "Oh, you should have seen her face after that." He sighed and looked into the distance. "She never did talk to me again."
I stared in horror at Miles, wondering what in the world ever made summoning a demon a good idea. "That's terrible."
He sighed. "Yes, I know. It's not very nice to ignore someone like that." Miles clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "Well, shall we get started?" He hummed to himself as he pointed his wand at a candle and sent it floating to a table sitting in an area configured like a target range. "Light that candle, if you don't mind, Justin."
I'd done this sort of thing plenty of times, though it usually ended up with a molten pile of wax and a blazing table afterward. I looked at
The girl in pink robes passed us. She beamed a smile at Shelton. "Thanks for the help with that jerk on the sky car."
Shelton snorted. "My pleasure, cupcake."
The girl turned down a different hallway, walking backward as she did, and blew Shelton a kiss before spinning around and continuing on to her destination.
"Damn, I miss those college girls," Shelton said, taking off his hat and running a hand through his thick hair.
"Aren't you kind of old for them now?"
He pshawed. "Man, I'm still in my twenties."
"Early or late?"
He didn't answer.
"That's what I thought," I said, grinning.
We walked down a carpeted hallway, took a spiral staircase up a few flights, and then took so many twists and turns I didn't know where we were anymore. At long last we reached a doorway with a placard outside that said "Miles Chamberlain, MhD."
"Are you ready to start the assessment?" Shelton said, voice serious.
I swallowed a ball of nerves and nodded. "Let's do this."
Chapter 8
Shelton stepped inside and rapped on the open wooden door.
"Harry Shelton, as I live and breathe," said a baritone voice in a proper British accent. "Come on in!"
I followed Shelton inside and saw a short man with curly graying hair, round spectacles, and what looked like a tweed robe.
"Hey, Professor," Shelton said, a smile on his face that looked way too friendly to be the rough-edged Arcane I knew.
"Have a seat," Miles said, gesturing toward a chair. He looked at me. "And this is the young man you spoke of?"
Shelton nodded. "Yep."
I shook the professor's hand. "I'm Justin Slade." It still felt strange calling myself that instead of Case, the fake last name my parents had used to hide from their respective families.
"He's here for the assessment," Shelton said.
"Absolutely," Miles said. He withdrew a wand from a desk drawer. "Let's head on down to a gauntlet room."
Miles led us through a warren of corridors, down some stairs, and into a large circular space that reminded me a lot of Shelton's gauntlet room.
"Wow, it's still here," Shelton said, looking at a particularly big black burn mark on the ceiling directly overhead. "Man, I remember when I did that."
"You made that mark?" I asked, looking at Shelton.
Shelton shrugged. "Trying to impress a girl. I ended up nearly burning my clothes off, and the blast propelled me into the ceiling."
I snorted with laughter. "Why is it all your stories about impressing girls end up going horribly wrong?"
"I think that's just the way it is with guys trying to impress girls." He grinned. "You might know a thing or two about that."
I recalled trying to impress Katie Johnson with my live-action role playing skills, complete with foam sword and shield, and ended up getting my entire squad killed by the enemy team. "You know, I think you're onto one of those universal truths with that one."
"I remember a time or two where my attempts to impress a girl went awry," Miles said while cleaning his glasses on a handkerchief. "I once tried summoning a demon, but instead brought forth a minor non-sentient entity called a skruk that defecated all over the floor and urinated all over Clarissa Dickson's boyfriend before I was able to banish it." He chuckled. "Oh, you should have seen her face after that." He sighed and looked into the distance. "She never did talk to me again."
I stared in horror at Miles, wondering what in the world ever made summoning a demon a good idea. "That's terrible."
He sighed. "Yes, I know. It's not very nice to ignore someone like that." Miles clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "Well, shall we get started?" He hummed to himself as he pointed his wand at a candle and sent it floating to a table sitting in an area configured like a target range. "Light that candle, if you don't mind, Justin."
I'd done this sort of thing plenty of times, though it usually ended up with a molten pile of wax and a blazing table afterward. I looked at
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