The Magic Academy's Physicist

0% Today, walking was more awkward than usual.

I set out from the lab with the attendance in one hand, and worksheets that I had spent all night printing in the other. A yawn escaped my mouth.

I didn’t know how to tie hair so I asked Akasha to do it. Although puzzled, she made me a ponytail.

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Good, not bad.

“Good morning, everyone.”

I stepped onto the platform with a formal, western-style greeting. The eyes of the students were unusual. In a ‘great, her again’ kind of way.

I wondered how neglectful one had to be towards the students for it to get like this. Yeah, Yufiel was one of the nice ones. She was perfect grad student material, no?

She became the class president purely because she was a High Elf, although I didn’t think of her as that kind of person. Rather, she suited the position of the book girl more as she was modest and not so fussy for a daughter of an established family.

“I’ll call attendance.”

I spoke in a gentle tone.

I called each name and made eye contact, a method that Miss Heerlein would use.