The Betrayer.
"Sorry if I'm interrupting, I just need a few minutes."
"What for?" the professor, Mack, asked, peering over his black round glasses. "To perform another one of your stunts, Mr. Mikaelson?"
"No," he replied. "It's just for something, something small that won't take much time."
"Fine," Mack said, unconvinced. He knew exactly what kind of guy the dark-haired student was, so he had his reasons for being skeptical. Nonetheless, he sighed, stopped writing, and all eyes turned to the dark-haired student. "Go ahead, young Mikaelson..."
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