<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“I realized his problem from the beginning, and it was the same problem that your sister has, but his was on a much larger scale. He had no fine tuned magical skill, barely enough control to hold onto his gift in times of stress. He was a liability, so i endeavored to make him less so. His training was very similar to your sister’s, though unlike her he wasn’t good at sticking to it. I did have to punish him, quite often in fact, and so I put a device on him to restrict the amount of power he could put into a spell. I told him that as he gained more control, he would be allowed to use more of his power. He wasn’t a fan of that, but did his best to stay here and learn. After about a year of him not improving I had a meeting with him in the Workroom, and took off the collar. Solemnly I told him that I was letting him go, because he was making no effort to improve and I had better things to do than to teach an apprentice that wouldn't stick to my teachings. He begged and pleaded to stay, and in a show of how much he had improved tried to do the same spell that had shown me at the beginning his lack of control. All of that magic flooding through his system, coupled with his bad emotional state and lack of control, lashed out at me in the form of a very powerful fire spell. Without a place to disperse the magic, as the Workroom would have just bounced it back anyway, i had to redirect it into him in order to save myself.”</span> As he talked a deep sorrow entered his voice, and his gaze was far away, looking into the glass in his hand. </span>