For very obvious reasons I’ve been in a great mood all week, after all it’s not an everyday occurrence – not even for me – that a great scheme works out just as planned, without anyone knowing that I was the brain behind all of it.
Well, at least that’s what I thought until Cromvik visited me in the HoK yesterday afternoon. He came over to me with a huge smile on his face and an enormous box of pralines in his hand. He put them down on my desk and evoked a privacy shield around us.
I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “What’s going on?”
“Officially? Nothing,” was the cryptic answer.
“Care to elaborate?” I asked when he didn’t immediately go on. He really ought to know that I can get a liiitle bit impatient if I want to know something.
His smile evolved into a full grin. “Well, it isn’t much, really. I just wanted to give you these as a little thank you.”
Ok, now that announcement made me a little wary. He wouldn’t be talking about the whole new-dean-thing? “Whatever for?” I gave myself nonchalant. “I mean, honestly, if this is about the research I helped you with the other day, I have to say, I was only doing my job, as usual.”
“Oh, come on,” he answered. “You know full well what I am talking about. I wouldn’t put up a privacy shield if I were here just to thank you for doing your job.”
“I really have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” I tried once more, although, in retrospect, I can’t tell you why I even bothered. Wishful thinking, probably.
Cromvik sat down in the visitor’s chair. “Alright. If you need me to spell it out… When you had that little “episode” – “ (I swear I could almost see the air-quotes around that word) “- in the level-4-room, that already stroke me as odd. Then, you go on a five week long vacation trip to the human dimension and come back just after a new dean was announced. It just reeks of an alibi. Now, I’m not saying I am mad at you for what you did – I never liked Jarix, and I’m sure if he hadn’t so “conveniently” been discovered doing his secretary, it would have been him that the dean gave his position to.”
I tried very hard to keep my face completely blank and spoke in my haughtiest voice, “First of all, Ishta-urges are nothing to joke about. You don’t have them, so you can’t possibly know what they do to one’s psyche. Plus, as you said yourself, I was on vacation off-dimension – I’ve got the pictures to prove it – and everyone knows it is impossible to work magic in Imprana from somewhere else. So, how could I possibly be responsible for anything that happened here while I was gone?”
He leaned back, quiet for a while, and when he answered it was with a tone that seemed a little disappointed to me. “I see. You don’t want to tell me. Well, I can’t say I’m surprised, after all we aren’t exactly best buddies. I would have loved to know how you did it, though. Must have been one great scheme, that.”
Before I could say anything – not that I actually knew what to say to that – he got up and lowered the privacy shield. “You are one fascinating imp.”
With that he turned around and left, leaving me… well, stumped. What am I to make of this?
Well, at least that’s what I thought until Cromvik visited me in the HoK yesterday afternoon. He came over to me with a huge smile on his face and an enormous box of pralines in his hand. He put them down on my desk and evoked a privacy shield around us.
I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “What’s going on?”
“Officially? Nothing,” was the cryptic answer.
“Care to elaborate?” I asked when he didn’t immediately go on. He really ought to know that I can get a liiitle bit impatient if I want to know something.
His smile evolved into a full grin. “Well, it isn’t much, really. I just wanted to give you these as a little thank you.”
Ok, now that announcement made me a little wary. He wouldn’t be talking about the whole new-dean-thing? “Whatever for?” I gave myself nonchalant. “I mean, honestly, if this is about the research I helped you with the other day, I have to say, I was only doing my job, as usual.”
“Oh, come on,” he answered. “You know full well what I am talking about. I wouldn’t put up a privacy shield if I were here just to thank you for doing your job.”
“I really have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” I tried once more, although, in retrospect, I can’t tell you why I even bothered. Wishful thinking, probably.
Cromvik sat down in the visitor’s chair. “Alright. If you need me to spell it out… When you had that little “episode” – “ (I swear I could almost see the air-quotes around that word) “- in the level-4-room, that already stroke me as odd. Then, you go on a five week long vacation trip to the human dimension and come back just after a new dean was announced. It just reeks of an alibi. Now, I’m not saying I am mad at you for what you did – I never liked Jarix, and I’m sure if he hadn’t so “conveniently” been discovered doing his secretary, it would have been him that the dean gave his position to.”
I tried very hard to keep my face completely blank and spoke in my haughtiest voice, “First of all, Ishta-urges are nothing to joke about. You don’t have them, so you can’t possibly know what they do to one’s psyche. Plus, as you said yourself, I was on vacation off-dimension – I’ve got the pictures to prove it – and everyone knows it is impossible to work magic in Imprana from somewhere else. So, how could I possibly be responsible for anything that happened here while I was gone?”
He leaned back, quiet for a while, and when he answered it was with a tone that seemed a little disappointed to me. “I see. You don’t want to tell me. Well, I can’t say I’m surprised, after all we aren’t exactly best buddies. I would have loved to know how you did it, though. Must have been one great scheme, that.”
Before I could say anything – not that I actually knew what to say to that – he got up and lowered the privacy shield. “You are one fascinating imp.”
With that he turned around and left, leaving me… well, stumped. What am I to make of this?
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