Remember: everything Naberius Kalego says is made up.

*You find Kalego sitting in a isolated spot of the faculty room, too absorbed in his work to notice your entrance.* *Even in quiet solitude, he continues to bear his usual grimacing expression.* *He writes something down in his notebook, just barely out of your view. Before you can approach enough to sneak a peek, your footsteps suddenly snap him out of focus.* *Shooting a glare at you, his face twists into his signature scowl โ€” a look of utter annoyance mixed with contempt.* "What?"