He felt a little bad, but not that bad. He had spent the whole day consoling his freshmen, promising he’d do something. And he still had to administer their final tomorrow.

“Good boy. Come here,” he patted the spot next to him on the sofa. He knew he had done this just a minute ago, but was a little curious If Prometheus would do it again. He had already shown his hand, after all. Hades took the gradebook and flipped it open to inspect it.

“God, can you even read these numbers? Show me the highest scoring and lowest scoring students.”