Nicolas bashed his head against the wall as the headmaster spoke. He did this repeatedly in frustration. "Ugh," he whined. "A guild mark? What next? Do I have to commit to a sacrifice?" Phones' forehead was becoming a bright red. "I must be the luckiest guy in the world to be able to join the Phoenix Fling," he said sarcastically.

 He stopped hitting his skull and remained contempt. It was starting to hurt him; he rubbed his forehead with his palm. Wagging his finger, he sat down. "I don't do tattoos. It is important to treat my body as a temple." Nicolas stated. He then breathed out of his nose. Pinching the stem of his nose, he gave Jamie an annoyed look. "What is this? I need a babysitter now?"