Emery ran down the path, intent on being on time for his class. Ahead of him, nearly blocking the stairs, was a crowd of people. If he waited for them to pass or dispirse he was certain to be late. Instead he jump up onto the thick stone banister and darted up it like a balance beam. Once up the steps and past the crowd, he hopped down and joined the flow of people into the building.

He heard the gasps of people in the crowd he’d past as he entered the foyer. Speed and agility was things he took for granted, though enough of the students at the academy were more bookish and not as athletic. His father, who’d been his first teacher, had emphasized the importance of an agile body as well as an agile mind.

“Good morning, Professor Cain,” he greeted as he entered the classroom.

“Good day, Emery. After class, would you please wait for me. I would like a word,” he said. He smiled in reassurance and Emery relaxed. He wasn’t in any trouble so waiting to talk to his favorite professor after class would be no problem.

The ninety minute lecture would have dragged on in any other teacher’s class but Emery found all of Professor Cain’s classes interesting. It was over in a surprisingly short amount of time. Miles peeked into the room when he didn’t follow the crowd of students leaving.

“I’ll see you there, Mi,” he called. His brother nodded and scampered off to wait for him at the school library. When Professor Cain seemed ready, he joined the older man at the front of the room. “What did you want to see me about, sir?” he asked.

“I wanted to talk to you about your career path,” he said. “You’ve only a few more months left to your regular schooling and then you’ll move on to specialization. Have you give any thought to what you might do then?”

“Well… my father was a research mage… but that seems,” Emery trailed off uncertainly.

“I think you would find the path of a research mage very dry and unsatisfying,” Professor Cain said. “You don’t have the personality of a teacher, either.”

“I’m too impatient,” Emery admitted.

“Only with those you think are foolish, but that sort of temperament isn’t a good one for a teacher,” Professor Cain said. He was smiling, so Emery knew he wasn’t upset. “Have you given any thought to the field of magical forensics? With your… talent dealing with past trauma, the work would be ideal. I think you’d find it satisfying as well. You seem the sort to want to help people with your gifts. In addition… as your athletic display this morning displays, you would certainly be up to the physical rigors of working with the wardens.”

Emery nodded, as he had been during the entire discussion. “I’ll look into it. Thank you for the tip, sir.”

“Though I haven’t had the pleasure of teaching your brother, I’m sure he would find the work rewarding as well,” Professor Cain added.

Emery grinned and bowed before leaving. The older mage knew, as anyone who knew Emery well knew, that he would hesitate to ever be seperated from his brother. The more he thought about it, the more the idea of solving crimes using magic appealed to him.