The luncheon's in one of the student center's small meeting rooms. You swing by your office to grab your umbrella, since it was threatening rain on your way into the college. You make sure to lock your office door behind you and head down the hall.
As you pass Darcy's office, she calls out to you. "Going to that luncheon?"
You pull up short. You hadn't realized that she'd be invited to the new faculty luncheon, too. "Sure am," you say.
She gives you a crooked grin from behind her desk. "What a waste of time. Besides, don't you have a mind magic class to prepare?"
You can't decide if Darcy got your class subject wrong on purpose or if she can't actually remember what you said that morning. You also can't decide which possibility is more annoying.