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" James, we must have a talk old friend. " Professor Loreto peered into professor Olivier's study. The latter didn't look up from his desk.
" Now is not a very good time for such things Charles. Make it quick, if you must. "
" You've signed a petition to the school board to have your own son taught by another instructor. Why? "
" Must I give you all my reasons for my decisions? You would involve yourself in my personal affairs? " He snapped. " The boy's energies cannot be controlled by my methods of teaching. It would be no different than giving a patient a blood transplant with the wrong blood type. "
Loreto sighed. " It's been rejected. More than two thirds of the board have cast their votes. " He paused a moment. " I have confidence that you'll do fine lad. Every student you've taught have become quite accomplished. It can't be any different with your own son. "
" We'll see about that. "
" You haven't been coming to the weekly meetings either. Whats gotten into you lad? I'm going to schedule counceling for you. "
James became agitated. " Charles i'm not depressed. " He paused briefly. " I'm just not satisfied with the way some things are being run here. "
Charles stared at him.
" I'm going to call for impeachment of the headmistress. " James spoke gravely. " I expect you to stand with me on this. Old friend. "
" You would break the Macleod family's long line of tradition? "
" To Hell with tradition! " He stammered. " I'll see this school back to it's former glory or piss on it's ashes! "
Someone was peeking into his study.
" Who's there? " James demanded.
He took a look out into the hall, but nobody was there.