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Professor Tobias Blade sat at his desk, glancing over the familiar rows of parchment and a half-filled teacup beside him. The third years began filtering in—quieter than the first years, which he appreciated. His robes were charcoal today, modest and worn, much like the man himself. As the last...

The classroom was quiet when Professor Tobias Blade arrived that morning, as it always was before the students began to trickle in. He'd been in well before dawn—habit, mostly. Old habits tend to root themselves deep after enough years and enough disappointment. He had taken a moment to clean...

Professor Tobias Blade sat behind his desk, back stiff, hands folded over a mug of tea he’d let go cold hours ago. His robes were neatly pressed but heavy, sleeves rolled back just enough to show wear on the cuffs. When the first-years shuffled into their seats, he didn’t rise immediately...