Aegis poked at her oatmeal.
"Sooo, we practicin' again today?" Scarlett asked, to Aegis's left.
"Of course. I need to improve," Aegis replied. She looked up at Lune, who was doing the same as she was, only several times more slowly. Lune looked up at Aegis, and Aegis turned her eyes away.
[... What is Lune's deal?] She wondered.
"Just asking. Honestly, I'm surprised you can still even move after how I pounded you yesterday."
Aegis raised a brow, pushing away a blush.
"You wish."
Scarlett threw an arm casually around her.
"I might not be the only one wishing that, hehe."
Aegis failed to hide her blush this time. The phrase "25 cm" rang through her skull again and she wanted to slam her head into the wood.
The dining hall doors burst open. Dean Whitmore marched in, flanked by prefects. Students fell silent.
"Attention!" His voice boomed across the hall. "The Annual Autumn Gala will be held in two weeks. A formal celebration of academic excellence."
