Vivian held the letters carefully and picked one from the stack.
The seal on it was already broken, a clear sign that he had read it before.
He unfolded it slowly.
The crisp sound of the paper opening echoed in the silent hall, making a few officials straighten in their seats.
With the letter held in both hands, Vivian cleared his throat.
"You may sit now, sir," he said to the young man from House Kitten, who was still standing like a lost child.
The young man let out a stiff laugh and quickly sat down, trying to pretend he wasn't dying inside from embarrassment.
Vivian waited until all eyes were back on him.
"You might think these letters are fake," he said calmly.
"You might think I made it myself."
Before anyone could raise a hand or open their mouth, Vivian snapped his fingers.
A light ripple of mana spread from his side, and a heavy book-sized bundle appeared, Akron Academy's admission records.
