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I entered my first class of the Spring semester and, like everyone else, was surprised to find the headmaster standing at the front of the class, his large arms crossed, his beady eyes staring down a crooked nose. He stood at least six and a half feet tall and weighed nearly 300 pounds. He stared down at me, the student he was forced to take because of some favor he owed from too many years ago to count. None of the other students at the academy need worry about me being his teacher's pet. All the usual suspects were in the class: Kyler, Oliver, Braeden, Ruby and Dash. And like all our other classes, there were a smattering of other students who pretty much kept to themselves. I guessed our little group seemed a bit intimidating to them, though we never treated anyone disrespectfully. Occ