You are doing your usual sneaking around of the hallways after hours. It had taken you at least one lunar cycle to memorize the routes of the guards, delaying your plan slightly. But of course you knew that a good plan would be of no use if you were caught before you could go through with it.

You had just hid behind one of the curtains that blocked the window as you were waiting for the first guard to pass. You are able to easily recognize the footsteps of the guards, remembering that their shoes are made of leather and aren't as loud as the ones you have to wear.

Strangely, you do not hear the footsteps at the time you usually do. Instead you began to hear a different clacking sound, one more like high heels than boots. Without making yourself visible, you peek out of the curtain to see to teachers walking down the hallway.

They are talking, speaking in a language that you can barely recognize only due to your knowledge of languages from the textbooks you read. Although you couldn't clearly make out what they said, you could understand enough to know that they were talking about the students.

To clarify, the teachers had been having the following conversation;

"And how have they performed? There have been so many staying after."

"Well enough."

"You know very well that that won't be acceptable here.The dean needs the best or they will be scrapped."

"Hm. I guess you are correct. Despite that I think they're getting a bit cocky with their work."

"What?"

"One of the boys have been handing in strange works of fiction that are entirely unacceptable. They are filled with things we haven't taught him and outrageous ideas. It's preposterous! But the dean makes the rules."

"Such a shame. He obviously hasn't' realized his place. We'll have to see to it that he does soon enough."

"You will be at the meeting tonight, correct?"

"Of course. We had better hurry if we are to arrive on time."