The Sub
Theta and Koschei were herded into the Borusa's study, the subsitute's hands firmly clamped around their ears.
A short notice replacement for the history teacher, this man, Troquis, expected to be listened to and obeyed without question. He was, after all, teaching history to the Deca, the highest of the Prydonians.
Which was why he looked he was preparing to explode.
His robe was stained permantly, a black layer covering the orange. His hair had streaks of grey in it, and his face dripped with ink.
"Lord Borusa, I expect these two to be punished with the outmost discipline! Never before have I been so insullted! I walk out of the room after assigning an essay, and when I come back, I find myself drenched in ink! If I may, I find it untasteful…
His face got even redder when Borusa couldn't stop laughing.
Days later, when told that Troquis would not be returning as a subsitiute, Theta and Koschei snickered.