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After about an hour at the nurses office, and feeling no better, Titus was carted to another area of the school. Honestly the only good he had gotten from his trip was that he was no longer bleeding and had been given a few painkillers that had yet to work and an ice pack which he kept pressed to the side of his head. He had walked away from his so called crash with only a few bruised ribs, a cut on his cheek and lip, a sizable bump on the side of his head, and a cracked horn that was currently glued to seal up the damage.

Without another word he was shuffled through an open door, not completely sure what he should expect on the other side.

Titus shifted a little uncomfortably at the door as he peered around, still trying to focus his eyes. The burning smell hit him like a stone wall making him wrinkle his nose is disgust. A small wave of nausea hit him shortly after but he forced it down as he took in the rest of the room.

Eyes shifted to the other cauldrons that were bubbling away. What was this place? He was pretty sure he had never stepped foot into this room before.

Then the voice caught his attention and Titus turned to find someone sitting at the desk with his feet propped up. "Trouble...is a rather strong word." He assured.

If there was anything that Titus could have wished for at that moment it would have been to dig a giant hole in the ground and bury himself in it. "Yeah...the car. I'm sure they can just...buff that out." Because clearly that's what you could do to giant dents and broken windows. Just buff it right out and it would be fine.

As far as the drinking...

Titus had nothing to say about that. He groaned a little when he was asked to have a seat. Nothing sounded more foreboding than 'let's talk' but he moved slowly toward the desk anyway taking a seat as gently as possible. Everything still hurt.

Titus winced again as the Professor's feet hit the floor. Loud noises were yet another thing on the list of things causing him pain at the moment. He sat quietly though and waited for the Professor to continue.

Professor Zephron's introduction was enough to explain where he was and why he was here but that really didn't make Titus feel any better. In fact he looked down right uncomfortable as the Professor gave him the cliff notes on what had happened.

"There was far less fun than you would imagine." His roaring headache was proof of that. "And I was flying and landed badly the car just happened to be there." He didn't know if it would help his case but Titus felt it was worth mentioning.

"I don't suppose a heart felt apology would do?" Titus was heart felt about nothing but it was worth a shot.

The longer Professor Zephron spoke the less and less amused Titus became. He wasn't even amused to begin with so it was saying something on how far his expression slipped toward looking distraught.

A smart student probably would have nodded, accepted their fate, and tried to weasel around as little community service as possible. Instead Titus made a face that clearly said he didn't like the idea. "Is that my only option? Would it help if I wrote a letter of apology?"

That had certainly back fired. Titus' pained expression wasn't just from the headache he was experiencing but from thinking about all the work he was going to have to do to make up for this one mistake.

"s**t...." The word slipped out in a soft hiss as Titus slouched down into his chair now not only feeling deflated but looking so as well. He seemed to be grumbling under his breath but the few audible words were obviously in French instead of English. Other than that he said nothing more for risk of digging himself a deeper grave.

Titus frowned, averting his gaze from the teacher as he spoke about how the community service would help him, make him realize his mistakes, blah blah blah blah blah. The demon couldn't help but roll his eyes. It wasn't like he had planned this out.

He probably would have let it go at that, sucked it up and just did the community service and been done with it but his actual sentence had his eyes going wide. "What?!" He stood from his chair in a hurry, all six foot seven of him staggering as the headache came back at full force. "Jack damn..." He waited for a second to steady himself before he turned toward the Professor. "What do you mean suspended? And thirty hours? How the hell do you calculate this stuff?"

Titus knew it, his parents would find out. His greater fear was his father. Please Jack let them contact his Uncle first. Otherwise he wouldn't live long enough to do community service.

Titus might as well have been talking to himself for all the good it did him. Professor Zephron just took his words, rolled them into a nice neat ball, and tossed them back in his face. He was reminded his suspension could have been much more than that and that would have certainly earned him a beat down. Possibly from his mother too.

Bracing himself against the desk for a moment Titus brought up a hand to rub at his aching head. This day couldn't get worse right? He felt like he had hit the bottom of how badly this could go at least without being expelled and knowing deep in his heart that he would have to move, change his name, and live a new life in order to survive.

The paper was slid across the desk toward him and Titus snatched it up giving the items a look over. "Cafeteria? Gnome Assistant?" If those weren't some of the shittiest things they could have him do. Someone came up with these just so they could sit behind their desk and giggle in glee at their student's pain. His white eyes shifted up and stared at Professor Zephron for a moment but bit his tongue on anything he might add to the situation.

"Fine." He nearly spat, folding up the piece of paper and placing it in his pocket. "Is there anything else?" He was ready to head back to his dorm and wallow in pain if it was all the same.