Dean Tower
The dean watched Galvin in silence, allowing him the space to process the weight of the news. He could almost read Galvin's thoughts—he had been through this discussion before, not with Galvin but with the crippled old man, another figure who had cared deeply for Vincent's future. Both of them had anticipated this reaction.
"Give him time," the dean thought to himself. He was sure that Galvin, though saddened by the news, would come to terms with it soon. After all, they both knew that no one could stand in the way of Vincent's fate—least of all the Sub-Taboo Hall, which had always seemed cursed when it came to retaining its brightest stars.
But deep down, there was a glimmer of hope. Perhaps Vincent's success in the Mage Union might one day reflect back on their academy. And maybe, just maybe, the Sub-Taboo Hall's fortunes would change. But for now, they could do nothing but accept Vincent's destiny and wish him well on his journey.
