"Hold up, Luca really picked a fight with the enemy commander last night?" Ty asked again.
He was leaning over to his left with a hand over his mouth so that no one else in class could hear our conversation. Not that it mattered as the other sophomores rarely listened to the chitchat of the three nerds sitting at the back of 10th Grade World History.
Arah, who was sitting on the seat to the other side of me, nodded her head at Ty's question. "He was really lucky Dean got there before things got too serious…"
"Man, I wish I was there to see it," Ty said, slumping back into his own seat. "Donar had me memorizing the rituals from the Book of Fay Arcanum again…"
The idea of Ty sitting alone in a room while Donar Firemonger taught him magic one-oh-one most nights now and then having to sit through the slog-fest of Mr. Tenor's class made me pat him sympathetically on his back.
