Professor Thorne's lecture droned on.
I took notes anyway, my hand moving on autopilot while my mind wandered.
The bell rang, cutting through my thoughts.
"That's all for today," Thorne said, gathering his papers. "Read chapters five and six. There will be a quiz next class."
Groans echoed through the room.
Thorne ignored them and left.
Students began packing up, the usual post-class chaos filling the air, conversations resuming, chairs scraping, the shuffle of feet heading for the door.
Kyle stood, stretching his arms overhead. "Finally. I thought that was never gonna end."
I closed my notebook and stood, slinging my bag over my shoulder.
Kyle grinned. "Wanna grab food? Or hit the training grounds?"
"Neither. Library."
"Again? You're gonna turn into a book."
"Better than turning into you."
"Rude." He laughed anyway.
"Alright, I'm heading to the armory. Gotta practice with the new gear."
"Don't break anything."
"I'll try!"
