The headmaster overlooked the two figures of Rosemary and Osworth leaving the grounds of the academy, headed straight for the witch's dwelling, the elder felt like pulling out his hair, he had kept on observing the masked man, continuously, without stopping, but he could not find out anything wrong with his behaviour, yet, his guts did not weaken down, they told him to be wary of him.
He trusted his well-honed instincts, they had been mercilessly forged throughout countless years, but for a mage of his calibre, logic and proofs were of the utmost importance, despite what he could say to himself, he had not managed to bring himself to eliminate Osworth based on nothing but gut feeling, he desperately wanted to find something to confirm his suspicions, or something to completely bury them, either way was fine.
