Dagon leaned back, fingers steepled beneath his chin. For a long moment, silence stretched between them, thick as smoke. Then, slowly, he chuckled.
"Lower your voice, Frost," Dagon said at last, his smile curling into something sharper. "This is neither the time nor the place for rashness. I'll explain everything… in due course."
Frost's teeth ground together, the frost at his feet cracking faintly against the wood.
The silence in the Headmaster's office stretched thin, taut like a bowstring ready to snap.
Then—
"You're hiding something," Frost said flatly, his voice hard as ice. "And you didn't have permission to conduct that 'trial.' The other instructors weren't informed. I certainly wasn't. That Dragon wasn't part of the curriculum."
"You sure are very talkative when you're upset. If you were so against my actions, why did you lie to the students that it was a test?" Dagon asked dryly, tilting his head slightly.
