"Dude, Sunday went way too fast…" Rudy groaned, letting out a long and audible yawn as they left the dorm room towards breakfast.
Melody too seemed unenthusiastic for the new week—yet not a strand of her hair was out of place. To the untrained eye she seemed like normal, but Michael who had served her for three years could see the dull look in her eyes.
"Just six more days until our next day off," Michael chirped back, receiving yet another groan in response and an eye roll from the girl beside him.
"Don't be so pessimistic, I heard our spellcrafting class will finally begin this week," he added, trying to improve the mood, "and don't forget the electives too. I'll finally be able to start learning ancient languages."
Unfortunately, his enthusiasm for the extra classes was not shared by Rudy—though Melody seemed almost repulsed at the mention of electives. Her usual dignified expression contorted, making it seem like she'd just eaten a sour lemon.
