another RD note for the day ~

[lookingland]

Father Foyet always looked harried when Anselm darkened his doorway. Anselm never stepped foot in his office unless there was trouble and if it was a student at the heart of that trouble, he found it especially odious to deal with. He hoped in vain that this was not the case that day, but was disappointed as expected. There was a problem with one of the first year candidates.

"Réjean Davignon," Foyet repeated the name absently. "C’est qui?"