After being "punished" by Professor Isabella, Elias, straightening his tousled hair, made his way to the kitchen.
Digging through the cupboard, he found nothing but two lonely sausages and a half-empty box of cereal - all the fresh stuff had been handed over to Luna.
Figuring out what to rustle up for lunch and dinner was shaping up to be the biggest headache of his day.
Honestly, he wasn't a bad cook; it was just that his enthusiasm for the task was in short supply.
Too lazy to cook, even lazier when it came to washing up.
He found himself missing the days when Luna was around; life was just easier then.
"Speaking of which, Professor, you don't eat anything all day. Aren't you hungry?"
Elias grabbed a knife, ready to tackle the sausage.
Isabella just snorted and gave him the cold shoulder.
Stealing a glance at her, Elias noticed she had lost some of her earlier fire.
She looked worn out and notably weaker.
