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While the first-years, more specifically, Ignotus's people, were busy losing their minds, frying their neurons, and hallucinating geometric shapes in a desperate bid to pass John's test, he was doing his own thing.
Ignotus was busy showing off.
Day one, about ten minutes after John handed out the "impossible" assignment, he stood in the overly decorated office of the headmaster, Dante. Without caring about the ambiance, he dragged a chair and sat down.
In under thirty seconds, he drew the ruined Rune.
The chaotic, non-linear mess that was supposed to take geniuses at least ten days to decipher was cracked open like a child's doodle under his hand. Its attempt at a spell hummed with perfect, stabilized Divinity, forming the same wall that Aurelia's did.
"Done."
Dante, usually the picture of stoicism, sat behind his desk with his mouth slightly open.
He looked from the beautiful wall to Ignotus, then back to the wall.
"You..."
Dante rubbed his temples.
