"—magical alarm that punches you in the face every morning! Hmph!" I heard him shouting faintly through the door.
I splashed cold water on my face, glaring at my reflection. 'Exam week… just great. Maybe failing once and becoming a hermit wouldn't be so bad.'
From outside, Macaron's voice carried again: "I heard that! And no, you're not becoming a hermit. You're passing these exams even if I have to drag you there by your hair!"
I was almost done taking a bath when I heard him again.
"Master, are you not done yet?!"
'See? He's just like my mom.' I thought, amused. "I'm getting out of the shower already."
"You only have twelve minutes left!" he said.
I groaned louder this time. "What did I ever do in my past life to deserve a familiar like you?"
When I stepped out, I found him neatly placing my uniform on the bed like some miniature butler.
