Judgement

Lance slammed the door to his office shut, or he would have if it were a normal door. It wasn't as if he could magically force the door to unfold in an aggressive manner, since the bracelet did almost everything for him. Instead, he yanked the chair out for Cerlius, stormed around to the other side of his desk, and put his throbbing head in his hands. The warm sunlight against his tired back did little to ease his dark expression.

"So," Lance said. He paused. Students usually tried to blurt out some sort of excuse or justification for their actions but Cerlius sat there with the same look he had in class, a searching, curious gaze which seemed to analyze Lance's every movement, an unsettling feeling as much as it was comforting.