Dresden Academy

Ryder had not only been beaten to the illustrious last spot, but he had also missed out on the slightly less illustrious second last spot. They had been taken by the usual suspects, Leland and Hawthorne respectively. Ryder took some pride in the fact that he had clearly left the choosing of the time until later than his compatriots. That didn’t make him any more keen to attend at his chosen time, however.

He shuffled into Dawkins’ office a minute or two late and dropped himself into the chair. He knew the doc was well aware of how he felt about being there and, if only for scheduling, Ryder decided that it was best just to get down to it. “Can I take combative magic again?”