"Kid, what is your name?" Professor Brewler asks, grabbing both my shoulders.
Huh? For real? Does he really not know? Has he been living under a rock all this while? One look at the badge on my uniform should have alerted him of who I am. Is he being serious or is he messing with me right now?
With a hidden sigh, I respond.
"Alice Hishaku. You just said my name when you called my candidate number."
"..."
What's with that blank look? Is he trying to pick a fight?
Just as I open my mouth to say something, professor Brewler breaks out into a haughty laugh.
"Hahaha! That I did, didn't I? Sorry kid, I'm really bad at remembering names."
An idiot. I feel like I've just discovered a rare idiot. Isn't this geezer supposed to be a respectable fourth year professor? What's so hard about remembering your students' names?
