Chapter 233_ My Dean is pale

I turned abruptly as though I could see the source of the voice but with the number of newbies in the room, I could see nothing.

"A dick?" Dean Androcles frowned.

Now, it was uncomfortable having him ask me that.

"Ahem!" I cleared my throat. "I was misunderstood by a senior but madam Hilda of the kitchen took care of the situation brilliantly," I said with the most modest formal tone I could summon.

If Dean Androcles understood what I said or not, he did not mention it.

"See me outside for a bit Miss Clarke," he ordered.

"Please, teach our magical students with patience. They can be stubborn at times," he said to the stranger and walked to the door.

Teach?

This means man wasn't our new magical ethics teacher, was he?

Arrgh!

Why could we not get a classy teacher like Teacher Hadleigh? Or teacher Nyx?

Or a nice one like teacher Lazlo.

We would want no more like teacher Magnus or teacher Elora.