"Sophia's brother?" Tyler John Taylor was the oldest of the students who formed Team Dragon, due to graduate at the end of the school year. He would be hard to replace, Jonathan thought. "Eh, he seems all right."
"So you wouldn't object to him remaining at the school?"
"Non." Tyler shook his head. "Sophia seems happier with him here, and beyond that I don't care either way."
"Very well," said headmaster Saint-Vincent. "That's all I needed to know."
"Well-- okay, then." Tyler shook his head and left the office.
A few minutes later, Paula Ann Stone -- Catapult -- came in, nodded to him, and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. She'd re-dyed her hair; forest green, this time. She waited until he crossed to his own chair and sat down across from her, then said: "So. Lyceus."
"That's the question, yes. If we permit him to remain here at the school, is that going to be a problem for you?"
Paula leaned back in her chair, considering. "I don't think so," she said after half a minute or so. "Not for me, anyway."
"Have you had any interactions with him?" Jonathan was eager to hear what she might say; Paula was goal-oriented in a way that most of his students weren't: strategic, observant, and driven. She knew what she wanted and she worked out how to get it -- and then she went for it.
"A couple," she admitted. "He's smart. And he says he didn't come here with any sort of plan, but... I think his coming here was better thought out than he's willing to admit, maybe even to himself." She paused, then added: "We're not ever going to be friends, though."
Interesting. "Fair enough," Jonathan told her.
"Will you let us know what you decide?" she asked.
He nodded. "Of course. Thank you for helping with this."
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