"Enough... really, enough..."
Kayson looked like he was on the verge of tears as he watched young wizards file into the office from outside.
He looked over each of them, recalling their personalities and habits...
Calling them in could not exactly be called letting wolves into the house, but it was certainly like pushing himself into a pit of fire.
Take third-year Tracy, for example. She had started blowing pink bubbles at him and broadcasting affection points in the very first class. Naturally, she could not be chosen.
And Cassidy—he clearly remembered that the seventh-year witch had class this afternoon, so he hurriedly sent her away and told her to get back to class properly.
Kayson watched young wizards enter one after another, then leave one after another, until a pair of twins walked in.
The Petil sisters. One was in Gryffindor, the other in Ravenclaw, though they were both first-years.
Hermione was somewhat bewildered too. She had heard at noon that Parvati had taken leave from her afternoon class and wondered what had happened. So this was why...
Kayson studied the two sisters. He clearly remembered that whenever these two appeared together, they were always holding hands. Though that drew quite a bit of hatred on the stairs, as long as the two were in the same place and standing, they would be holding hands.
It was not that he knew them so well for no reason. Before he learned Ender teleportation, the two sisters had been late for several classes. How could he not know?
But this time, one of the Petil sisters had both hands behind her back, while the other instinctively hugged her shoulders. Perhaps feeling that it was not very ladylike, she slowly lowered her arms, though she still could not hide that extremely distinctive