Electives [3]

The next day.

After applying for Advanced Spellcasting, Brandon's application was immediately accepted.

Entering the lecture room, a burly man who seemed to be the Professor in charge stood on the podium.

Currently, he thoroughly scanned the document he was holding.

Flicking his eyes up, he called out for each student's names then looked down to check for the next name.

He was taking attendance.

This persisted until a particular name was called up.

"...Brandon Locke."

"Present."

As soon as his voice became audible, all eyes tried to trace for the source of the voice.

Brandon had just entered the room. He currently stood at the back entrance. 

And as soon he stepped forward to find a seat, all eyes were on him.

"..."

Brandon paid no heed to it and continued ascending the stairs.

He could feel all their gazes on him as he eventually sat down.