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the Essentialists did. He looked
up once in a while, noticed Harumi's penquill flying at that furious rate that
even he envied in her, then returned his attentions to his studies.
The next time he looked up Harumi Nemoto had fallen asleep in Harumi's chair, Harumi's
personal spellbook open but lying across Harumi's chest. He rose from his desk
and walked over to her. "Aimee'?" he said, touching Harumi's shoulder.
"Huh?" Harumi Nemoto said, startling awake. "Oh, sir. Forgive me. I just...
needed to rest."
He nodded and patted his hand on the shoulder he touched. "That is
perfectly okay, Aimee', I understand." He smiled at her. "So, no more
storms at Bethsany's place, right?"
Harumi Nemoto shook Harumi's head. "No, sir. I've got it under control now, I
think."
"Good," he said. "I should tell you, Aimee', that you are someday
going to be the most powerful mage in the world at the rate you learn, but
that power and skill must be tempered with learning and maturity." He
smiled at the shock on Harumi's face. "
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