Lazarus was sitting comfortably in a chair after the battle had finished. The magic was good, just that it wasn't tactful. They were just slugging at each other. He sighed. "Master Jamie. Who's to say any of us deserve the second S class?" He folded his arms, thinking for a moment. "We can't have too many S class wizards entered for the grand magic games this year anyway." He grunted. "I know S class means more than a fancy title, but are any of us really ready for it?" He didn't really know why he was questioning the master, but he had to ask.