Intro Anselm prt. 3

“I don’t think so,” Arminius answered. “You are a wizard the likes of which I have never encountered. You are at least as powerful as me, but I have nowhere near your skill or detail.” Anselm quietly bowed his thanks. “Do you have anything to say Mira?”

        “Yeah, if you don’t hire him you’ve gone crazy.” Mira sassed. “Anselm,” Mira looked him in the eye. “If you can do all this without apparent effort, then I look forward to seeing the things you consider hard.”

        “Thank you, Professor Valithiano. . .”

        “Don’t call me that please,” Mira interrupted. “If we’re going to work together you should start calling me Mira.”

        “Hold on a moment,” Arminius interjected. “I don’t remember hiring Mr. Falioth.”

        “If I may, Principal Traffurd,” Anselm replied. “I am the most qualified applicant you have received. I’m likely the best magic theorist your school will have for many years. Short of an inability to write a charms curriculum there is nothing to stop you from hiring me.” Anselm paused to allow Arminius a word, but he didn’t say anything. “We also both know I’ve already started drafting a curriculum for charms because I sent you my draft so far. It is still, of course, your decision. But you had made that decision the moment I transfigured that block of wood. Am I correct?”

        Arminius let forth a ringing laugh. “I had almost forgotten that you were a noble.” He smiled. “Your politics are spot on. I think I’m starting to like you already. You have the job.”

        “Thank you Principal Traffurd, I accept your offer.”