It had been a week since the academy had resumed and he was once again on his way to his Body Enchantment class.
Logan walked in, shutting the door behind him without thinking too hard about it. The space looked the same as the last time. No desks, no chalkboard, nothing too complicated — just a wide-open room and that old table pushed off to the side.
The floor was smooth, and the walls had patches where they had been repainted.
Mr. Joe was already inside, crouched down near one of the room's corners, digging through a battered metal box. He didn't look up at first.
"You're late," he said casually. "By, like, a minute. Terrible start."
Logan blinked. "The bell just rang."
"Exactly," Joe stood up with a short grunt, holding something that looked suspiciously like a chisel. "I expected enthusiasm."
"I showed up," Logan muttered, walking closer.
"That counts."
'And it's not like you have other students.' Logan scoffed in his mind.
