Gemotions

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. Professor Bellweather's voice, usually a monotonous drone, was now infused with an unsettling edge. "This is a serious matter, Mr. Harrison." I wanted to roll my eyes.

The details of the alleged plagiarism were presented with theatrical flair. He pointed to highlighted sections on a printout, the words practically leaping off the page in accusation. He was enjoying this.

I sat back in my chair, my gaze distant, as he explained the supposed transgression. He could do what he wanted; it was inconsequential. I waited for him to finish, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the table.