Atlas Gym | Friday

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Glowering at the bright white towels as he plucked them from the pile of clean gym laundry, Dimitri tried to focus his energy and regain his aloof guardian mask before he would resume his regular duties at the desk.

Unexpected. The headmistress had called his request for Rose's return to the Academy unexpected. It was beyond Dimitri's understanding how an educational facility would reject its most promising pupil time and time again. And yet, that was exactly what Kirova's letter had done.

Accepting he had no control over the decision, Dimitri started thinking how to spin the news that they would be continuing training in Fandom through summer in a manner that would also halt any destructive reactions on Rose's part.

Or maybe he should teach her how to fold towels. Clearly that was what the cream of the crop of novices was good for. Muttering in Russian as the pile of prepared towels grew, Dimitri realized he might be staying in the back room for a while today.

Bright side? At least for once it wasn't Jessi that had Dimitri frowning.