"I'm a little tired of living through an historical era, Oz."

Oscar said with a sigh. That had been the ongoing theme of his life since leaving his Aunt's farm, and needing to navigate through the chaos constantly was... tiring.

But if anyone had to do it, Oscar supposed that people like them were the best to have around. They already knew what they were doing.

He joined Oz, noticing not for the first time that he no longer stood quite as small next to the towering headmaster. While he was content with the possibility of never reaching that height, it was still... strange.

"If it's what we're supposed to do... then I guess it's our role. I want to see this place get better, and I don't want everything that happened in Deerington to be forgotten.