By the time he makes it to the practice room, which is warded over and over, layers of wards built on year after year after year, he wants to scream from the effort to contain himself. As soon as the door shuts tight he does, the shout of rage tearing from his throat as a blast of magic throws itself at the stationary dummies across the magic-scored floor. The dummies slam against the far wall in a slap of sound and he hits them again.