Chapter 92 : Whispered Name
The crowd was still buzzing from the midterms.
Students laughed, compared grades, or quietly plotted their transfers to less stressful departments. Professors retreated to faculty lounges to nurse their headaches. Somewhere near the potions wing, someone summoned an ice cream golem in celebration. It collapsed after two steps. Still delicious, though.
Revantra stood near the practice arena's outer arch, quietly sipping from a borrowed fruit drink, the tiny paper umbrella still lodged awkwardly in the cup. Her hair was tied back from the earlier fire trials, and her sleeves still smelled faintly of ozone.
Elias bounced beside her, grinning.
"I can't believe you burned the scroll and still got full marks."
"I think they were too afraid to penalize me," she muttered.
"They should make you a professor. You could teach 'Incineration with Style.' Or 'How to Make a Dummy Question Its Life Choices.'"
She gave him a tired glare over her straw.
He wiggled his eyebrows. "What? You'd have the most popular class. I'd audit it just to fail on purpose."
"You are a failure," she muttered.
He beamed.