I sat across from Noah, eyeing the assortment of materials Professor Sharon had placed before us.
We had to devise something innovative.
A magical device of practical value that would showcase both our magical aptitude and creativity.
A simple assignment, at first glance, but the stakes had shifted when Professor Sharon announced that this project would contribute twenty percent of our exam grade.
I knew without question that if I wanted to succeed, I couldn't rely on Noah to carry his weight.
The smirk that crept across his face when she said it only confirmed as much.
Noah leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his gaze absent as if he had already lost interest.
I pressed my lips together, willing my annoyance to stay buried.
It didn't matter what he thought.
I had no intention of letting his negligence affect my performance.
"Fine."
I muttered, mostly to myself, keeping my voice neutral.
