Chapter 6: Birth of a New Delinquent
Silas pushed open the door to the counselor's office—and immediately blinked in surprise.
The room looked less like a place for guidance and more like a holding cell for magical delinquents. A half-dozen students were already crammed inside, slouched in chairs or arguing quietly among themselves.
Guess giving teenagers magic was a bad idea after all.
At the front of the room sat the guidance counselor. In the game, her avatar had been a featureless black silhouette, not even given a name. Here, though, she was very much real—and stunning enough to rival the main heroine herself.
The counselor sighed dramatically, tossing Silas a tired look.
"Great. Another one. What is it this time?"
She pointed lazily at an empty seat in the back.
Silas chuckled and made his way over, sprawling into the chair with a casual slouch, legs kicked up onto the desk.
"I might've detonated some combustion magic in class," he said, grinning as if he'd just admitted to stealing a cookie.
The counselor pressed her fingers to her temple, the dark bags under her eyes telling a clear story: she was way too old for this nonsense—and probably only in her twenties.
Before she could start tearing into the group, a sudden knock interrupted her. She glanced toward the door and groaned loudly.