The morning sun barely had a chance to peek over the horizon before my patience was already wearing thin.
"Professor," Felix's voice echoed way too cheerfully for this early. "What's for breakfast?"
I didn't even turn around. "Whatever you didn't trip over last night, Felix."
The others snickered, and I thought—Okay, maybe I can tolerate this for a while.
"Professor," Garrick's deep voice rumbled next. "Should we practice formations after breakfast?"
I paused. "Formations?"
"Yeah," he said, sounding way too eager. "You know, for future battles. We can—"
"Garrick." I finally turned to face them. "Do you really think that practicing formations is going to help when you're more likely to trip over a root and knock yourself out before even reaching the battle?"
Garrick's mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"Didn't think so," I muttered, turning back around.
But no. It didn't stop there.
