Sister Mirabel's detention room somehow smelled even mustier than usual today.
Aegis sat at one of the uncomfortable wooden desks, trying to ignore the way her ass was already going numb. Beside her, Serilla lounged in her chair like she was at a spa, somehow making the rigid academy furniture look comfortable.
"This is torture," Serilla announced to no one in particular.
Sister Mirabel didn't look up from her desk. She had what looked like a crossword puzzle spread in front of her, quill tapping against her lips as she frowned at it.
"Seven letters, starts with P, means 'punishment for wrongdoing'..."
"Penance," Aegis supplied automatically.
"I wasn't asking for help, Miss Starcaller."
"Sorry."
"No talking during detention."
Serilla let out a dramatic sigh that belonged on a theater stage. She slumped sideways until her head landed on Aegis's shoulder, pink hair spilling across Aegis's uniform.
"I'm dying of boredom."
"You've been here five minutes."